Poem.....Purple Canoe
I rowed those swift currents
In my purple canoe
Rowed so hard
My arms turned blue
I found myself high in the clouds
My rowing not yet through
You can't get to Heaven sayth a voice
While rowing a purple canoe.
Rantings of a Rabid Poet. Addressing issues facing humanity and all life forms. Moving toward sustainability and preservation and maybe even using technology to achieve simpler living styles.
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