It all was written in logic down along the lines,
Some one thought it smart to grow vines and drink wines;
As it wasn't very clever to have a thousand or more beers,
Because all the words were spirit over across the years.
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The written love of lanuage in English, means a lot,
And all the other dialects I seem to have forgotton;
The certainty of continuity is as the rivers flow,
For me it is constant poetry in which to know and grow.
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I see the sea, seem to be blue or grey or green,
So the scene becomes an ocean of what the heads will mean;
From in and out the harbour, from country shore to shore,
The city becomes the surest, from surer and from sure.
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The rhythm of the rhyme, is a continuous poem,
As you read the words along the line preferring to stay at home;
And onward as I trabvel from Sydney to Paris and Rome,
I go off into the distance and I must not forget my comb.
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And London, New York and Tokyo, have different sounds,
As I keep my head above water, staying on high grounds;
My ears hear the heart beat of the earth going around,
And my eyes see the distance to the equation found.
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The hemisphere and equator divide continuitous continents,
And the conttents of the book seem to look like condiments;
The consequence of the difference is the world's coordinents,
And the different deistance amounts to all my ornaments.
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Signed,
Procession and Progression
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