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A Lesson on Change
When the winds of change blow and meet
the calming waters and bales of wheat,
They'll ruffle. You'll ruffle.
Where lake and farm both coincide,
we'll both examine deep inside
My soul. Your soul.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground
Posing questions, round by round.
Do take. Your time.
Questions, answers, theories, laughter,
Stay with me from now 'til hereafter.
Pat-pat. Pat-pat.
Your sweat drips off, as does mine,
Won't you be here for all of time?
Pad-pad. Pad-pad.
Fall silent, young lass! I shall inspect,
Be it man or creature, they've no respect.
Take care...my man.
"For all of time? I hope he didn't mean..."
Piercing the peace, she then heard a scream.
Slash. Slurp. Chomp. Gulp.
Standing up in her panic was the final mistake
Its strong claws were upon her like a garden rake.
Slurp. Chomp. Gulp. Murr.
This star-crossed lover, now properly fed,
call out to her mate to come share this new bed.
H'waa! S'aii! H'meh! Hrrau.
Two wyrms now shared in each other's delight
making love well into the bountiful night.
We...will...not...last.
Take heed in this tale, for in nature's game,
the more that things change, the more stay the same.
Every man, bug, and beat have their own basic needs,
so avoid wheat and barley; go make love in the weeds.
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