it won't stop.
Take a hammer ,
give it a pop.
Break the faucet,
hardware store closed.
The way to find something
is not to look,
some very wise people
never open a book.
Dogs, and babies,

some birds mate for life,
do they get broken hearts?
The redrocks have colors,
shapes , and tales.
Dust and weeds move
by the fierce, angry gales.
I reach for your hand
and it is not there,
I put my hand down
and am reminded you care.
A formula for living
would make someone rich.
Just when you get it though,
the rules would switch.
The river, the ocean,
the lake, and the sea,
they are barely distinct,
just like you and me.
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