Forsythia in Spartan Spring is singing her fertility like
Venus all alone in the morning sky with Mercury.
Goldfinches gather by the feeder as if gathered at the river
the beautiful truthful river.
Now the daffodils are amorously yellow while factually amaryllis.
April isn't being cruel when she reminds you of yourself.
Consciousness is the Altar where I worship God Myself.
Profound revelations alert:
Pancho is Lefty! As Jesus is Judas. As in never sell your
soul! Always rent.
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