What is a team?
Is it just a group
Of certain individuals.
Who come together
At certain rituals.
Whether it’s a game
Or even a practice.
Its never an I
It’s always an us.
Together on the bus.
Together on the court.
Involving everyone
Never making anyone feel short.
Respecting one another.
Like your sister or brother.
Encourage never discourage
Never saying harsh words.
Mistakes will happen
Don’t criticize with boos.
Close when you win
But closer when you lose.
So a team must be
Something more
Like a family.

Some people want to die
Some people want to live
Some people want to take
Some people want to give
Some people have family
Some people are alone
Some people are poor
Some people have no home
Some people need the help
Some people help the need
Some people give to charity
Some people love the greed
Some people stand tall
Some people stand strong
Some people are right
Some people are wrong
Some people are wise
Some people are smart
Some people have no mind
Some people have no heart

Mirror, Mirror on the wall
Will i take that fall
Should i try or would it b better 2 say good-bye
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
I don't think i like who i c at all
I c a tear streaked face, and someone who wants so many
things 2 take place
Mirror, Mirror what is fair
Y do i even care
I should just walk away and save the pain 4 another day
Mirror, Mirror set me free
Let me become the person i long 2 b
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
I want 2 become strong and stand tall
Help me if u can, try and lend me a hand
Mirror, Mirror on the wall

Out of lemon flowers
loosed
on the moonlight, love's
lashed and insatiable
essences,
sodden with fragrance,
the lemon tree's yellow
emerges,
the lemons
move down
from the tree's planetarium

Delicate merchandise!
The harbors are big with it-
bazaars
for the light and the
barbarous gold.
We open
the halves
of a miracle,
and a clotting of acids
brims
into the starry
divisions:
creation's
original juices,
irreducible, changeless,
alive:
so the freshness lives on
in a lemon,
in the sweet-smelling house of the rind,
the proportions, arcane and acerb.

Cutting the lemon
the knife
leaves a little cathedral:
alcoves unguessed by the eye
that open acidulous glass
to the light; topazes
riding the droplets,
altars,
aromatic facades.

So, while the hand
holds the cut of the lemon,
half a world
on a trencher,
the gold of the universe
wells
to your touch:
a cup yellow
with miracles,
a breast and a nipple
perfuming the earth;
a flashing made fruitage,
the diminutive fire of a planet.

What is a miracle?
By the scheme of life
Love is and so
Withall your heart
You should trust it
Excepting months of pain
Loving what you bear
Life is a miracle
Treat it as one
What is a miracle?
A life of happiness
In a world of servitude
Joy is, so be not
Scared that life is fragile
You should trust him
What is a miracle?
It is what you believe it is
You should trust it

The bird flu virus
has now changed destinations,
flew to Florida.

High altitude did
let the virus catch a cold
they scrapped all vaccines.

They needed money,
so did create a virus
and scared the people.

So many crooks, though
not all of them are lawyers.
And some are doctors.

Big Pharma smiling
they own the world completely
and fleece all humans.

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