We were here once upon a time, and we
made love, ate and drank up, enjoyed brandy.
Who knew what was in the offing? Never
mind -- plenty souls did -- brains of fair weather --
insisted on putting it off: scanty
change, effort, analysis, action -- dandy.
And now we're gone along with guarantee
that anything multicellular endure.
We were here once.
Seeing as we're gone, how do I not cease,
lie down in a heap of melt weeping?
The maple that is coating itself o'er
with wingèd kernels again this Easter --
bliss bower -- who am I to question trees?
We were here once.
— joystjohn
made love, ate and drank up, enjoyed brandy.
Who knew what was in the offing? Never
mind -- plenty souls did -- brains of fair weather --
insisted on putting it off: scanty
change, effort, analysis, action -- dandy.
And now we're gone along with guarantee
that anything multicellular endure.
We were here once.
Seeing as we're gone, how do I not cease,
lie down in a heap of melt weeping?
The maple that is coating itself o'er
with wingèd kernels again this Easter --
bliss bower -- who am I to question trees?
We were here once.
— joystjohn
Isn't "We were here once" the last line of that "history of humans" poem that you read t the library? Those darned winged kernels. Such a nuisance! HA. The reason you (and many others) do not "lie down in a heap of melt weeping" is because after you've done it a few times it gets really boring, and there are so many other urges, despite.
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