120. Saturday, is Saturn’s day named this way from long ago
                              That planet with all the rings, that spins on a different loop
                              Saturday, once said to be the last in the week, the seventh day
                              Once people just sat and thought, talked and prayed
                              At peace,some of us finding our souls …well now this day
                              Doesn’t mean a thing….unless …. Stuff up Day may be more your thing?
                              (Because we are not perfect beings, so we be Stuff-Ups, 
                              And rejoicing in our individual stuff up's and stuff-downs,
                              Impossible to fit this in just six lines, so nine had to be used.)
                              121. So maybe we should re name Saturday?
                               So things can change, give it a new lease of life, 
                              Make it Sport- day and everyone just play.
                              And if you have a problem well
                              Solve your differences by a challenge
                              With a game, were the winner and loser grin, and shake hands?
                              (Better than  the war solution where our toys of destruction
                              are death to all and every living thing.
                              Our whole Planet twenty times over, impossible, just impossible.)
                              122. I think one day soon gardens of vegetables; herbs will grow on old roads,
                              The neighbourhood will gather one gardening day, sow the rows
                              With seeds on seeds on seeds so food can grow, instead of machines
                              This day a happy day for all to partake, and celebrate
                              Once the seeds were in the ground, over old roads,
                              Wine and cheese from the goat, with fruits and such, will be the thing
                              (Could this be possible somewhere still???
                              Or just an impossible dream, no more cars???
                              No more petrol to be found, no more wars????)
                              123. Another impossible thought my friends,
                              A place where everyone spends
                              A little time finding friends
                              Old and new and how-do-you do’s
                              One day in the week becomes visit day
                              So to exchange the how’s and why’s, with “we can together, us”.
                              (This maybe already happening with the Internet???
                              Impossible and more Wonderland than Alice's dreams
                              I wonder what the Ancient Greek Philosophers would think?)
                              124. They say birds of a feather flock together
                              It is like that with us as well
                              People seek out a link of like thinks
                              We reveal and party when we find
                              Like minded minds those who believe
                              What we do is just great, and encourage, not undo, with downward sayings.
                              (Again this isn't so impossible these days, virtually probable,
                              and incredible to think how the world has changed,
                              because of some electronic web!)
                              125. Problem is some have to travel a very long way,
                              To find their special friends and physically touch and stay
                              No life be as it is, our school that learning stuff
                               We need to learn how to bend, and blend.
                              And camouflage and change just to say
                              I really do honestly love you now, and tough, I am who I am.
                              (Sorry must be the mood I am in, really not organised today.
                              Well here they are, for what they are, six more impossible thoughts.
                              Of the last day of the Year of Dragons, now welcome in the Snakes.)
                                      
                                          
                                   
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