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    Olive

    Do you know, as well as me, about a twig, from the olive tree. The wise tree, from which life starts, from which life ends, and body and soul part. Do you know, about the fruit? For some form of god, it might suit. Do you know, about the oil, and the food of the greats, that it might boil. Do you know, about the seed, from which another tree grows, if we may need. There are things, not many know. These things untold, by neither friends nor foes. A drop of wisdom. that you will find, from just a tree, if you open your mind. Originally uploaded June 4,…

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    SJ

    “I am not a label” is what many say. What do you think they have to do all day? Are they combating the problems of today through their keyboards’ words? What turds some of those people can be. What do they see, what do they want? Do you need an apology? In what font? Tell me what you need, so the problem I can alleviate it quickly Before you fickly lynch me. Blame it on the “labels” people say, Or whatever they’re upset about today. Establishment, classes, races, oh gee, For me? Really, I’m the one you set your pointer on? Thanks a ton, for the blacklisting you’ve done. On…

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    A Cottage on the Coast

    There is a Wampanoag belief that the Creator created the first man and woman out of rocks but they wouldn’t love each other like the Creator intended, as they were cold and hard. So he tried again with trees. This worked, as they were full of life and love, and they gave birth to two daughters who contained as much love as their parents, but there was no man for them. The Creator, noticing this, spotted some sea foam that was full of live, so he used it to create the first boy with as much love as the tree people. The sea foam boy and the tree daughter then…