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If men were turned into women for just one day, lets say forced to wear dresses and dance, that might solve a lot of problems...

Can someone explain to me why angels have legs.

How is it

That we are here

Alive

Looking out the window

How is it that I stand

I see

I breath

That is something.

Nothing is not what surrounds

It is a fantastic planet in all respects

Our laughter makes it spin

We are good for a laugh

Life is good

On this fantastic planet

Undressed in the waters

We are floating

Floating.

Take the rain and make it sing.

The nuns were thinking

With their big eyes

Noticing the changing ways

Of unstable earth

Where things of old collapse

Because it was all connected

Hopes were lightning bolts

Playing from the thunder clouds

And they danced away

They danced.

Spire in the dark

Stars beaming

Something new waits

Something moves in the darkness

There is a piece of the fabric torn from the sky

It patches the pieces from wire to wire

Along this strange watch tower

All the stars were hallow

And don't you love it

In its order

The clock works

The orange doors

Mercury emerges

Winds encourage.