"3-Minute-Long
Poem"
Your feet say yes and no
when they want to stop or go.
You fly up high in the blue sky and white clouds, and then you die.
Pot pie and blueberry cigarettes will kill you forever.
Never is forever.
Hardly ever is never.
So, hardly ever is forever?
Follow me and I'll follow too.
Be true unto me and I'll be true unto you.
Do unto others as they would want to do unto you.
When life is over, its through.
This, I feel, is true.
You can smell the heaven and hell on earth.
Life, I think, is worth waiting for a birth.
You fly up high in the blue sky and white clouds, and then you die.
Pot pie and blueberry cigarettes will kill you forever.
Never is forever.
Hardly ever is never.
So, hardly ever is forever?
Follow me and I'll follow too.
Be true unto me and I'll be true unto you.
Do unto others as they would want to do unto you.
When life is over, its through.
This, I feel, is true.
You can smell the heaven and hell on earth.
Life, I think, is worth waiting for a birth.
By Jon Billet - At The End
Of A Blue Harvest's Moon.
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