Snarled world needs a lock picker. Not a man who looks like he’s smashed the caps-lock key. A 420 character 9-liner

(Kit prepared by a 6-year old, “just in case.”) Now to the 420-9-liner:

 

Tweets that look like he’s smashed the caps-lock key?

Doing harm (again) to the next generation?

Hunched over his hand-held device, foaming at the mouth.

(Hmm. Or was that Alec Baldwin?)

Action needed, people, to loose these surly bonds.

Like Francis (from Assisi?) said:

Do the necessary, then the possible, then we’re geared for the impossible.

Or the very difficult.

This needs a lock-picking kit mind-set not tweets

PATTY

 

Dueling wrens? No. They’ve each got homeland. And they’re thriving. Not so with the Palestinians. Great Uncle Max would be very disappointed.

 

Not enraptured. Palestinians. Israelis.
Is it the latter or the former who need a homeland? Yes.
Carolina Wrens. House Wrens.
Is it the latter or the former who need a territory in which to thrive?
Yes again. & really thrive, not just until the rapture
where Only Certain Ones make it.
My Zionist Great Uncle Max Nigrosh wouldn’t like the barbed wiring
that’s going on around the land he sent his treasure to.
Not enraptured.
Patty

 

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Marching kids give me hope, just like that yellow-spotted salamander slithering over snow to get to our vernal pool & his girl friends. (A 420 character 9-liner)

Marching.

Eloquent & sturdy kids are signs of hope.

A renewed energy for the moral & physical health of our country.

We need signs, just like the 1st Peoples who breathed a sigh of relief

when they heard Wood Frogs quack-quacking,

watched Mourning Cloaks flutter out from under the loose bark of the Hickory,

spied the bright red & yellow epaulets of returning Redwing Blackbirds:

signals that a tough winter was over.

Marching.

PATTY