there are no words that come out clear and green
the aftermath of rain and hail and snow
so many people can't say what they mean
what we intend won't show up on a screen
we haven't gained the privilege to crow
there are no words that come out clear and green
we soon forget the wisdom of the bean
nor where the finer virtues have to grow
so many people can't say what they mean
we cannot learn to trust an honest mien
since all we see might turn out to be show
there are no words that come out clear and green
we name so many actors on the scene
and then forget the range of things they know
there are no words that come out clear and green
so many people can't say what they mean
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
23 March 2008
clear and green
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