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Que Sera Sera

Que Sera Sera

A scribe of some note
once profoundly wrote
that all the world's a stage
and we're but mere players
in this long running show.. 

The dude neglected to include
that we are also spectators
to this oft criticized production
rolling both ad libbed and scripted
seemingly without direction..

Life does tend to play senseless
like a warped top spinning out of control
but if you can embrace the randomness
and slip into the proper 
it's all bullshit perspective
you may begin to appreciate
the entertainment value
this chaos does create..
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Steve...

We should get paid to watch?

I'm joking...

It's definitely worth it...

I couldn't have this much fun anywhere else...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing my friend...

Best wishes and blessings!

Have A Happy New Year!

sparrowsong

 

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Steve Green

Thanks for being such a great person

Happy New Year

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Tony Taylor

DUDE!!!....you are friggin' BRILLIANT!! every time
I stop on your page I am utterly surprised as well
as completely engaged....your mind and your insight
are creative and truly stellar!!.....PINNED for perfection
dear poet brother!!.....I LOVE this piece!! (obviously)
Bravo!!......LOVE ^& ROCKETS!!......T xo : )

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author
Steve Green

Thanks Tony..

Your kind words humble me

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