August 16, 2019
I.
When we fly, they prey.
Daring overhead people.
The sheep watch us land.
II.
Triple 4 where lives.
Float forever, ponder lies.
He could not breathe well.
III.
Where art thou, from day?
Thus land with every lay speak.
Bold as cabbage be.
IV.
If wrong, who corrects?
Life is not the test above.
Rather a great be.
V.
We are here out near.
Taking the towel—wipe your fear.
Run and endear you.
VI.
What pain will cause us.
Thoughts which won’t applaud us all.
Yet stand in our way.
VII.
Be you today, free.
It will cost you nothing—free.
But loud mouths; unfree.
VIII.
Four more to go, Budd.
Do it forever out of love.
Plus one; don’t give up.
IX.
The wooden gate’s view.
A writer admires you through.
His Dream will come true.
X.
Beautiful doves fly.
I weep and don’t know the why.
A past never cried.
XI.
The work’s never done.
Find it, make it fun for funds.
Born of smile’s free tool.
-Budd
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