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WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?
the answer is thirty-two
where do geese go when they die
there is no way to translate that
what moves backwards in a swamp
how little flecks of gold glitter in the mines
when will this alliance be forged
with song and dance of tambourines
who are you dressed in red Thursdays
I have this desire to change the world
how many times will you ask me
why did you have to ask me that
and in distant darkness shone the city lights
--Previously published in Hedgerow and included in the collection “The Meaning of Life,” available at Amazon: www.amazon.com/A.-Cates/e/B006…
the answer is thirty-two
where do geese go when they die
there is no way to translate that
what moves backwards in a swamp
how little flecks of gold glitter in the mines
when will this alliance be forged
with song and dance of tambourines
who are you dressed in red Thursdays
I have this desire to change the world
how many times will you ask me
why did you have to ask me that
and in distant darkness shone the city lights
--Previously published in Hedgerow and included in the collection “The Meaning of Life,” available at Amazon: www.amazon.com/A.-Cates/e/B006…
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btw, I see you have already made the acquaintance of my very good friend Priswolf. She is a wolf goddess and will steal your soul and carry you off to her dark temple and feed you cookies. She has shown me the dark is safe and cozy, well at least around her. I affectionately refer to her as The Heart of Darkness, and you couldn't meet a nicer person. I am glad to see you two getting along.
However she is right. The number of the meaning of life is indeed 42 ............. at least according to a very reputable galactic guidebook.
youtu.be/aboZctrHfK8
However she is right. The number of the meaning of life is indeed 42 ............. at least according to a very reputable galactic guidebook.
youtu.be/aboZctrHfK8