"Pi In A Sky"
The sun is good therapy.
You fell on a speck of dirt.
The earth will fall down in the sky.
Millions of mysteries travel up miles of railroad tracks.
Tons of laughs, an upside bowl of rice, and a dash of magic.
Happiness is the spice of rice.
It's a loss of salad.
A throwing of the dice.
Landing up on top of the seventh earth and eleventh heavens.
Where people never know which way to go.
It's an answer to questions they don't know.
The thunder clouds will burst and overflow.
And life will so.
By Jonathan Billet
May Twenty - Two Thousandth Fifteen.
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