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MY OWN DESIGNS
MY OWN DESIGNS
There are so many designs in the snowflake as lover’s take
Designs on each other; for this, Romero and Juliet are relegated
To the non existence of the onion fields where dragons live in tears.
No greater tale of unmeritorious pain and woe than a Juliet and her
Romeo. Likewise, the shepherd boy and herd girl spend their time
On opposite ends of the galaxy, lovers may get one night together.
Once in a while I have a dream and see my beloved in a German Inn;
No one else knew we were together that night. The District Attorney
Knowing my designs, keeps me constantly on all the court’s dockets.
There are so many multifarious designs the night sea has with the dawn;
The sea gives up so many cries at dawn for all she swallowed at night; the
Renaissance gave up its designs when reason first dawned from that deep.
And, for all of these designs, it must be inferred that there is some kind of
A Grand Plan. So many snowflake designs fell on Jesus that cold Christmas
Eve. On each snowflake that night was inscribed the map of our redemption.
But the District Attorney still keeps me in mind knowing that I like to go my
Own way listening to the fickle music of the grass. For this reason, all poets
Are mad obeying neither brain chemical designs nor the collaring D. A.
