POETRY OF FIVE XII

Time for some poetic callistenics. Trying to get my “head right”.

34 constant rare snail magpie witch

Rare is the day that doesn’t bring some joy

Doesn’t take the spell of a witch to employ

Words of doom and gloom are the chattering of a magpie

Periods of joy make me high

Don’t move like a snail when joy is around

Constant attention to life makes happiness abound

35 deluxe swallow nature camp brother

You needn’t swallow a mediocre life

Don’t wait, there is no afterlife

Get out in nature, it’s really the place

For all mankind, it’s really the birthplace

Make a camp, then just unwind

Help your brother, it’s just being kind

To be in nature just feels deluxe

Take it slow, set up two hammocks

36 sand exuberant grace lyric exposition

To live an exuberant life is the goal

Live it with grace, don’t sell your soul

The lyric of life is the exposition of joy

Do not allow naysayers to annoy

Time is signified by grains of sand

Don’t spend your life in a one-man band

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