no matter what the time of year
the hills will dull in distant view
about such facts we will not care
though we must always sit and stare
this vision still won't become true
no matter what the time of year
a truth that is not plain or bare
turns out at once most false in hue
about such facts we will not care
the fence keeps stallion and mare
they will attend the proper cue
no matter what the time of year
remarkable that things stay clear
there's nothing here that isn't new
about such facts we will not care
regardless what the horse thinks queer
each of us must give time its due
no matter what the time of year
about such facts we will not care
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
13 May 2007
prognosis
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