At the end of the driveway where I once lived is only silence now.

A small girl child peered out the window at a frozen mid western field
seeing an angel.

Sitting in fright with a following of many behind her, with hopes to rise to some aspiration, looking to the blue bottle sky and finding a message inside a picture of a being in robes with a smile.

Silver lined memories that were never made, are fast like a gazelle.
Fate gazed and said I am doing what I want what I please as she looked through a sun dried garden and asked what do you need?

How quickly we learn of thee.

There is a big picture on the way with billowing clouds there to remind us of how it was.

There are no conclusions to be transfixed upon , to no avail.

Our occupied minds are a void and a big fart is coming.

Sing praises to anything we remember.

Where is true new thought?

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please forward to PIE IN THE SKY. The little girl was handling snakes as if they were a basket of rope.

Thank you.