Never-never land is what I comprehend of knowing a journey, that will possibly never end.
Nevertheless, the distance will differ from sister or from brother,
The finish line is just a fairyland.
I’m full now, thoughts devalue, one thing left for pride that’s value, creation is to thrive.
The stove is waiting for time of incubation, natures kind manipulation.
Circle of life, like that fairy ring I see down there.
I do not deviate, even or stowaway in this vessel of mine, that life and survival are quite divine.
Now I’m at rest in this grass complex. I see my cousin Mrs Woodlark.
By Ellis Robinson
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