There is only so much a ducks back can ignore the water. A time comes when that duck will consider the water off its back. By then they'll be old, frail, and losing its feathers, so no wonder.
How big of a teardrop can one be, not like it was crying a river however a definite pool. There is something they're not telling.
It has some meaning to attract the attention. What else will a beautiful, bright, shining pink light have fit for purpose.
Too focused on watching the world go by, seeing the moon set across a horizon, never even realised how time stood still. How long is it taking for that moon to fade from sight?
How many eggs to have counted, they are about to now hatch. With some perhaps should have been more cautious where to sow a seed. Not that they are counting down in notes for every one. However, when the same name appears by many others, it jogs a memory not to forget.
In the forest; not everything in the world accumulate to being round. In some parts of life things are square, and whereby to have square eyes it adds up. Just don't be surprised if miserable faces moan for needing to turn corners. That's just how things are right now, so deal with it.
Ezekiel Ch.5:V.14 " - Moreover I will make thee waste, and a reproach among the nations that are round about thee, in the sight of all that pass by."
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