23 Tuesday Jun 2009
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Your actions so predictably unpredictable
Following patterns you believe are random
You mistake mine for the obvious
Your eyes are weak; they miss the intricate weave.
– Shail Mohan (May 2009)
...................... weaving words through dreams
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"How quickly comes the sun when first it sets its mind to rise." - - j. s. v.
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I have no idea how that happened.
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😀 🙂
Me: Thanks Hitch! 🙂
It apparently is a case of missing the woods for the tree
there is a difference between what you and the other person see
The flowers can always ignore the bee
but can the bees afford to miss the honey
Me: 🙂