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Rain

cold rain.

I'm not a big fan of constant cold rain, like we have here today. It leaves a chill everywhere. The house always feel bone chilling. The air, well, it's not healthy when it's this wet. Condensation inside our joints and then they ache. Damn rain.

Maybe I should delete that last line, because it could be snow. You know, it could always be snow, this time of year, with this much moisture. The mean old sun is fireing fireballs of charged plasma our way, giant explosive discharges charge up the water, make it all get very high up in the upper upper places, (of the atmosphere) and then. . . well it gets cooled into snow which, hopefully, will melt as it comes down and turn to rain. Like it's doing here. So it might as well be snow. It's all very perdictible.

But the rain is good. The ground needs it so that the swamps can stay wet. The trees like it. The birds would rather have it than the snow. Even robins are here today with this rain, I saw one grubbing around the yard earlier in the day.

so it's raining. And the world seems pointless. And the streets are wet. I hope it isn't getting to people. They are out their trying to chase the jingle jangle, see their lives from some other angle. Best wishes to them all.


Rain
Wet
Cold
Heart burn bright!

Constant edit! Let me say it again: constant edit!

It' december again.
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Dec 1, 2014


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I love your new windows
shiney white new windows
shiney and they close tight(ly)
and sheild you from the sun
with the tint of the glass
it adds a touch of class
I love your new windows
now that the work is done.
And now you can gaze through them
night(ly)
                

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 a note on your inannity, if this applies to you:
Happy Christmas can not be caught, dn't chase it.
Discomfort alliviated.
World Christmas is rowdy, inclusive, and fraternal.

Your biggest enemy: strongly held delusions.

delete your fortune cookie world view. Live in the real world.

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delete your bad behaviors from your possible actions.

3:13 P.M. Dec 1, 2014


only give clean water, even to your enemies.
Have no enemies except for your delusions.





Celebrate 
 Christ!  

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    Chase not
   Christmas
   it can not
be caught.
    When the winds of your
    longing have ceased to be torrents
maybe then the joy-bird will land
bounce a few times on the limb
jump over to another branch
bounce a few times on the limb
ascend to some higer branches.
it sprinkles the joy snowflakes
onto the heads of everyone, including you.
not knowing it is there, ignoring
whatevery body says
"look, it's there, it's large and looming
You finally turn around to look just
before it flies away




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    Fear the Lord ~ ⏲⏱⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰⏲⏱⏰⏰
 But He's always good to you ~ ; )
     so

 

Praise the Lord!




Many days she sings
to baby
who is listening.
Baby hears her words
and the way
that she sings them
and it's all
alright
even in Winter
and night
if it's cold
it's always warm
in here
within the heart of the
memories of her.
Ever vigilant
she
is forever.

                
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