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On Average

I am, all things considered, fairly average,

On days of sunshine; a genius I admit,

Under dark clouds; a stupid, stupid git: git,

I am, all things considered, fairly average,

Cut me in half; any point will do,

You will find me in equal parts; of two,

A biped, one glass half-full; one half-empty,

I am, all things considered, fairly average

Icicles on the morrow

A hope once held in steady hand,
Aligning life; present all around,
Simple as a task; like tuning a guitar,
Board a taxi; destination: afar,
Ignoring cost; saving face, and cake.

A dream once presented; black and white,
Be there; defiant in the no-go areas,
Show no fear; show no sorrow,
Birds will sing; and Shostakovich dream,
Is there time left; tick tock says the clock.

A thought once lost; irrelevant alikely,
Catch a bird; in hand has value,
Sparrows or Hummingbirds alike,
Bygones be bygones; be that as it was,
Icicles form without death or sorrow.

On this I will ponder; on the morrow.

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