My my life is gorgeous.
If I have a question I can look up
the answer in a jiffy.
But those answers may be very long.
Say I need a roof to my house.
I can find many kinds of roofs.
But which kind is best suited to my needs?
A flat top for growing cucumbers?
But what kind of cucumbers?
Oblong or round?
Are they to be eaten or admired?
To hit somebody over the head with them?
As you see the possibility of their uses is vast
or perhaps gaseous.
Once, moons ago, they were used to clear out the room.
Was that because of their seeds?
You may desire to know what the subject of this inquiry is up to.
If you had been walking down a seashore and there, before you, was a
cucumber, what would you ask? Would you chat with it?
Compare it to the Maker? If so, what kind of maker?
A farmer or God?
Let me expose you to the truth,
It’s god.
Now since the truth is over the
Cucumber is it.
Not two but one cuccmer
even if it’s mispeelled.
The last one to use Me is gone.
Let’s Chat
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