The mammoth mistake:
admitting to feeling
other than you should,
fulfilling instead
how you might.
The devious difference
between make-believe
and faith: one jumps from
flower patch to patch,
one from Man to God.
The only obligation:
to eat the seeds
if it could mean
burning the forest
to see the trees.
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Double entendre wisdom on slowly curdled sardonic afternoon and you slap me across the face with this. Of course the last mammoth I ever saw was frozen on a tundra about an ice age ago. It was a past life and I was a thief, a very bad one, about to die. Short story told to often to by to many people who would be king.
Love, Tom B.
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