Smoke on the Breeze
Here are the flowers. Where are the bees? Here are the trees. Where are the leaves? Here are the people. Smoke on the breeze. . [ 1783 ]
Little Junco
Riot of wildflowers, symphony of weeds — yes, little junco, the ladybug is pleased. . [ 1782 ]
Poppy Fair
Hummingbird air poppy fair long stem slender neck blood-red sipping cup . [ 1778 ]
Friendly Advice
Don’t say all, don’t say none, Don’t say lost, don’t say won, Don’t say yes, don’t say no, Don’t say don’t, and do-si-do. . [ 1777 ]
Then Again
On his death bed the old man said, Whatever it is, whatever you do, whatever you love, whatever you feel, don’t make it a religion. Then, nearing his last breath, he raised his hand a little and whispered, Unless . . . . [ 1776 ]
Garden Party
Until the robin ate the worm, he didn’t know he was hungry. And he asked himself, “Maybe this is wisdom?” . [ 1775 ]
Rushing Water
A breeze passing through cottonwoods sounds like rushing water, but rushing water doesn’t sound like a breeze passing through cottonwoods; rushing water sounds like rushing water, rushing water rushing water rushing rushing water . [ 1774 ]
William Michaelian 
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