Mozart figured it out early on.
It took Colonel Sanders longer,
but eventually he came around.
Cows graze naturally in green
pastures while the oak tree takes
a stand. There are no oceans in
the Midwest, but several rivers
join together to get you there.
North to south and south to north
the goose knows where it’s going.
Sometimes we sit alone stewing
in our own juices. Ever wonder
why we forget our own birth?
The fisherman cast his net over
the side expecting a catch.
The wily fox prowls throughout
the night. There is more than
enough here to sum up in a nutshell.
Suffice it to say, sometimes Mozart’s
piano stylings and Colonel Sanders’
original fried chicken are enough.
Let’s listen up, sit down and eat.
Pass the salt and pepper, please.
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Chris Hanch 7-24-2022
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