On the Purpose of Global Warming and Human Existence, in Light of a Compassionate God

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Sometimes the calliope plays soft performances on its own to fill a temporarily empty stage. Jane is unable to judge their inspiration, as she is poor at appreciating poetry.

The water comes,
The water goes,
Lapping on a frozen shore.

The water comes,
The water goes,
It is not water any more.

The water says,
“Return to me;
The land returning to the sea.”

And why are we?
And why are we?
To melt that iceberg for the sea.

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Categories: Hitherby, Poetry, Lyrics, Doggerel, and Imitations of Dr. Seuss, Under Construction - The Transition to Imago