Impossible Sunday Poems of Six.

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. 40      Why don’t we all live in tree houses?

Climbing up those great strong limbs

Like Tarzan and Jane

Chimpanzees as our pets

And eating fish and fruit

Free as you please…. can’t you see it?

41       Wind brings the rain

And I wander, if we could just turned

Raindrops into flowers instantly

As soon as those special drops fall

We would then have to be bees

And find nectar to drink and pollen to collect for honey.

(Then money wouldn’t be the currency, honey only honey.)

42.       Imagine a world where your avatar could walk with you,

A hologram extension of your brain,

Who would then have the most control?

Of your reality, yourself or this imaginary friend?

Would we then be careful about what we did?

In the wee hours in our heads?

43       Every afternoon at about five,

All the world would have to sit down and sip tea,

The Mad Hatter would make you all alive

With laughter at everyone’s jokes

Alice and the dormouse would serve

The Queen of Heart tarts for you and me.

44       I have a mountain of oranges and lemons

And every church bell chimes a tune

Way out of tune with the lines of real life

Like cherries and plums singing with the moon

And all things green are dripping wet

All because of that low they said, in a rainy depression

45.       Who thinks that there are too many souls?

Who believes that this world is over populated?

Too many they scream too many to feed

Too many to breathe too many to have

More and more babies, but still I think

each grain of sand each individual is important.

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