Spill it for the fallen,
And ye who shine bright,
Light and shadow form,
Masculine plus feminine sight,
Matriarch thus Patriarch,
Alone is black and white,
Through grand irrationality,
In ill or thrill advised might,
Immense layers of gray,
Shaded many ways,
Can never be fooled,
Heeding the agenda,
Prone to find jewels,
Don’t shy from lending hands,
By comedic origins of man,
Just stop once in a while…
To, look, laugh and understand.
NEW LEAVES ON THE OLD TREES d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t. 
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