Minerals    many varieties within one pocket of the apron    making a melody unmatched

The cycles continue within the daily routines of such unexplainable events

One leg of these handsome wool pants    doused with gasoline    kept him on edge as he prepared the soybeans

The daylight beamed through the windows    creating an atmosphere with purpose to live 

After nearly eight months passed    he entered the cellar and found in the dim light * a valiant exposure to his soul

The key to the matter lead to optimum circumstances that set as though a great light shed upon    pronouncing victory

Any other place or time now seemed irrelevant    This was where it stood    It’s here

Night light reflects    Crickets speak    The power of the night soars

All the words swirled into the pattern on the camper    a design too elusive to reproduce    

Give me some rice and tell me some nice concrete advice 

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