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Drastic beauty and the poems from Saturn.

All the girls and boys sing this song at lunchtime.

All the adults forget the words and hum along out of tune.

One opera singer became famous recording this in six languages.

Tomatoes.

Over the hill, below the river, by the cottage.

A trickle of smoke from the chimney.

A puff of soil lifted by nocturnal creatures.

A morning with eggs and grainy bread.

A forest soon.

It’s here again.

The sound of laughter.

Little silver paper-wrapped nuggets of wisdom

The symbols of subtle sentences sent in sympathy

So many pipes, wires and frequencies.

The messages floating in freedom.

Can we talk?

You’d think so.

And if the leading lights, the spirited warriors keep watch and look lively, we all benefit.

If we offer them fresh and tasty fruit.

Peace and a lasting friendship.

Nobody expected it to be so good.

We benefit from improv, comedy and zany good nature.

Could be the only way through.