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Based on my minuscule patience (especially as a gardener), I feel that spring should be called slug. (BTW, I think that shadow in the middle of the red glass looks like...well, never mind...medical people you know :0).   Summer is a tough one for poets. Bummer, dumber, and hummer do not generally make positive appearances in poetry.
Winter at least rhymes with hinter. And spring and fall rhymes with lots of things...but why doesn't autumn rhyme with anything?  Shouldn't autumn rhyme with condemn? Column? Hymn? Solemn? Yes. But it doesn't.  Oh conventions! Pepper is presumed to be black unless it is superficially designated white. Sugar is presumed to be white unless it is specified that it is brown. And -- chocolate is chocolate colored unless it includes either "dark" or "white" beforehand.  Butter is assumed to be hard -- unless the recipe says melted. Chocolate is assumed to be in bar form unless it says "hot" or "powdered". But oil is assumed to be liquid...unless it is coconut and then it could be either!  Convention is...odd. Coffee and tea can be served hot or cold. But if it is not specified, they are assumed to be hot. Apple Cider is assumed to be cold -- unless we say it is hot.   That all our monsters are merely conglomerates of what we know, and all our heroes are the same.
Except One. Both God and Perfect Man, Jesus is a conglomerate of what we do not know... Both That a flower can look so flawless that we assume they must be fake? Because...obviously...if something is that perfect...it must be man-made. A   I laughed -- I got a heat wave warning on my phone...it was going to be 85 degrees. I think I insulted people by saying 85 is not hot.
The one thing everyone agrees on though is; the slugs are big. |
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