Me?I am from a super three string dimension,where it’s always
12 NOON.
Dark folk
&
light folk
are realCOOL.
New mothers allow
Truth
to flow freely from their breasts to their
Daughters
&
Sons.
There is no such thing as a gun.There government’s about everyone.There, you are welcome; no one’s shunned.
There work doesn’t exist.There in quadruple suns all people are sun kissed.
“So peace
piece by
piece
is hard won little one.
So let us try this anecdote.
Love can be trumped***
only if allowed.
Sweet little child
stay away from
golden cows.”
*(T - ed)
**Lock her up?
***Assassination is illegal.
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