Rich Imaginings.
 

We laughed and we sang
and drank a barrel of Ale
For our lot in this world
had been ordained
before we were born
our numbers were marked
on silly crumbling painted
doors that lead to an early
grave.
So we farted and twisted till
we fell and moved like snails
We danced once again
when the wind rose at dawn
and jumped through the hoops
of our dreams bought with
pennies from cheap run down shops
And guess what and this is a big surprise
we hid from the cops :D
Oh yes, deadly shadows
richly painted
a world of plenty we had not :D
Thanks.

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We ran from the cops
Pretended we were trees
Standing in a midnight field
Our only failing
Was our laughter
And our Beers
Still clutched in our hands.

And when we fell over
In the morning they carried us away
said that we would make
some functional furniture
or kindle a few fires
I remembered then what
an infamous Buddhist teacher had
said. You can get a million matches
from one tree but it only takes
one match to burn down a million
trees. By then it made little
difference although my friend Luke
had fiery red hair and resembled
a human match stick.

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