The easy yoke
Is no secret, although
To some it may appear
To be. Ansel's
Easel above
The trees, half-dome.
E.T. please, phone home,
This much appears
To be relevant,
This much appears to be true:
Honor your father and be peace,
Honor you mother
'Til she sleeps
Where the cows will graze over her pillow.
I was sitting underneath the willow,
Not lazy,
I am easy,
Not lucky to be free.
It takes hard work,
Less words,
More gleam.
If you only grub for riches
It's like the old raccoon trap,
Something shiny
In a tree,
Hold on tight, can't let go.
No one realizes until it's too late--
A skeleton holding a key!
A skeleton clutching,
Gold, oh no,
It was
All a dream.
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