Vicious street fighting, why do they do this? A mind a miss through vicious intent lost in the mist. Through the mist what lies but bluer skies, where fields burst green and eyes shine with surprise; a handshake and a nod, maybe a bow through the fog. Why do they do this? Confusion of course, that a mind needs a seed of wisdom, otherwise remorse; for anger breeds contempt which can lead to a fight, but wisdom passed down leads to fighting far from sight. But where to find wisdom, pray tell? Through others, before you, look and listen, for when the time arrives for a decision you won't be an empty shell.
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Five and four, how about some more? Petals blooming, not a leaf on the floor; colours so bright, not a bird in sight, on the feeding tree, not even a chirp or a bite. Three days left, they'll have to wait. Flowers need feeding, and clouds and rain become needing; after two there's a one, for what can one do alone, just hum? Wait and see, sit close to the feeding tree, for chirps are plenty when the birds come flying, and the flowers sit shying, whilst you sit humming, for what can one do except hum with a bee for a chum.
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