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[title] => It.
[time] => 2015-01-05 05:57:50
[hometext] => written on halloween, 2000. it's a departure from my usual gleeful woe....
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It's everywhere, you know.
you can hear It in the song sung by the wind.
trees applaud the musical wind, leaves rasping like snake on snake.
It brings a swollen tear to a clouded eye...
purging pain like pouring rain.
Then comes the Sun.
by It's light we see the rain has washed the dirty night away...
by sunlight we see that It Is Beauty....
It lives in the reflections of mud puddles.
It lives in innocence, and is full of bravado.
It laughs til It cries, which, of course, makes It laugh.
It plants flowers in asphalt.
It wears sunbeams for special occasions.
It is impossible, illogical, irrepressible, irrational.
It is Beauty, and to see It....don't look.
It's everywhere, you know.
JDH
10-31-2000
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