Let’s paint a picture with only these colors, if you can!
Sure you can, I dare you. Just open the paint cans of …
I’ll tell you a story it will be about Neptune.
Believe me, please, I have been there and will return soon!
Watched all gingerroot rhizome shooting up from the ground.
The barrier! Protection thickly lacquered around.
Many dingos-like coyotes; sheep’s in wolf clothing
Multiplying like rabbits while moaning and roaming
The dingos are coming as a green light blocked the sun.
The nightmare over and illumination appeared.
I awoke rubbed my eyes, all coyotes disappeared.
Believe me, please, I have been there and will return soon!
Than I’ll tell a story it will be about Neptune.
I Believe, BECAUSE - 
Love this. Sounds like a dream. Dreams and poetry don’t always make sense.
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Your poetry Mary is a joy to read
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Ha! I love this. Not all poetry has to make sense.
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I must admit many poems I read I don’t get it!
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I agree. The difference is those poets often are under the delusion that they are making sense. 😁
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Here I thought it was only me!
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