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Never leaving time or space;
Always evolving but never a race.
We see them for their fabled powers,
But inside us their strength flowers.
Clear down in the empty canal
the oriental fat man runs
His oars are mounted and done
but not his feet.
By Steven Miller 12/24/17
Georgetown Christmas Eve 2017
The sobbing mother cringes
as her baby cries.
She wishes they had warned her
just
how
loud
a deaf child’s screams could be.
There once was a princess named Cindy.
She knew she was a betty.
With her big blue eyes,
And royal disguise,
No wonder her sister were petty.
