But

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Flying past the Super 8,
where we could stop if we were late,
but we aren’t so, so we keep going,
but we could stop if it were snowing,
but the weather’s actually hot,
but we could stop if it were not.

Enough Is Enough

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We spend so much time working
to pay for things to take up the time we are not working.
In the free time we buy, we shop, we sort, we fix, we clean,
we use, we move, we dispose of, and finally we scream,
“Enough is enough!
Let’s stop with the stuff!
Let’s work for what’s needed
and live just to love!”

Beating Eggs

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My arm, my arm!
What’s done me harm
is a lack of electric mixer.
I guess that I have quite the knack
for beating eggs,
but I could go quicker.

Uh-Oh

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You can only say “uh-oh” if it was a mistake.
Tell that to my child as I mop up this lake.

There’s a Color You’ve Never Seen

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There’s a color you’ve never seen
somewhere hiding in between
turquoise, tangerine, chartreuse,
burnt sienna, pink and puce.
This hue, it’s true, has eluded for ages
artists, smartests, chefs and sages,
but I finally found it while faring afar
and I’ll sell it to you in this opaque jar.

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