Post by William Warigon (@Willis)

I oftentimes look
Through the blue,
But see only the crimson red
That green goo makes dread.

Uncertainty walks with the future
And the past gave in greatest measure.
The present presents presents I treasure.
In time's honeyed lake I bask in leisure.

©️ William Warigon

I oftentimes look Through the blue, But see only the crimson red That green goo makes dread. Uncer...

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