change, Humour, Life lessons, poetry, writing

Meditation and transformational poetry

There are times especially when I meditate that poetry downloads occur which present basic truths in their simplicity. In fact it seems to me that most fundamental truths are simple, such as the hermetic principle of cause and effect. Often the statements and poetry are transformational realisations that come when I am meditating on someone with “stuck” thinking patterns that are causing pain. Recently there have been a few poems which are this way so I’m just going to dump them below in no particular order for your pondering pleasure.

De-pollution “Contrails or chem-trails the humidity is high Here in the mountains as jets cross the sky

Streaky like bacon in a sky cyan and azure

Whether contrails or chem-trails, neither are pure

Condensate clouds form to droplets of rain

With la Nina this rain brings flood and pain

Thunderclouds rolling across the down under

Desert plains greened after storm thunder

Washing away garbage, change left behind

Baggage is lost for a new state of mind

Normal never was exposed by rat test

Stress brings opportunity to become your best

Mooganar Thundercloud Lightning and rain

Rainbows bring opportunity for growth again” Thundercloud quotes

Fear of fear

Is fear of avocadoes called avophobia?

Did someone locked in a closet get claustrophobia?

Androphobia is fear of men, not only Andrew. Angropbobia is fear of anger but fear of thunder and fear of lightning is astraphobia not thunderphobia or lightningphobia.

What about fear of door-knockers? Jehovahphobia?Hippopotomonstrosesquipedaliophobia is obviously fear of long words. Invented by a troll.

Where’s my phone? Nomophobia. Fear of not having your phone…….. Venustraphobia is not as it seems but fear of beautiful women. While witches and witchcraft are obviously wiccaphobia.

Zuigerphobia isn’t quite so self explanatory, it kind of sucks, like fear of vacuum cleaners.

What about a fear of fear? Phobiaphobia…

Or does it cancel itself out because it is a double negative and become

Love

All

“There is no beginning because something always happened before.

There is no end because something will always happen after the end

If you close a door, you’re on one side of the door

When you walk around a corner you have gone around a bend

We can see only a fraction of the whole spectrum of light

We can only hear a fraction of the whole spectrum of sound

Without our filters it would be a bright and noisy nigh

We are connected as one with everything and all the energy around”

And now for something completely different

Life is about spirit

some won’t want to listen or hear it

but you can lift yourself up if you employ

a new attitude to life of acceptance, bliss, peace, joy

Decide get up from the lower negative emotional vibration

Release trauma from within and relax into Iration

Connect your heart and third eye to begin creation

Do everything or nothing with this information

Man, woman, other, girl or boy

POET

Poet once tried to describe the beauty of the entire Earth

Every day Poet wrote of poetry of lush green mountains filled with cotton wool Mist

Valleys filled with raging rivers and puffy clouds

Great walls and tiny fleas,

Rocks

Pebbles

Stones crystals and jewels

The flight of a raven

A murder of crows

Pyramids, Pythagoras and pixies

Brumbies and ponies running though the snow

Poet awoke each day in amazement and when Poet read their own poetry they thought of more beauty of the Earth that had not yet been written

Waterwalls tall and narrow, wide and raging

Autum colours

Bare skeletal branches in winter

Daffodils in spring

A golden sand beach with footprints

Walking along a path with sand between the toes

The taste of rain water

When poet though of how incredible the Earth is,

Poet’s heart was so filed with love for Earth that tears of joy welled up

often

This only inspired Poet more

For many years Poet wrote

But every day there was more

Jungles with vines, jaguars, anaconda

Pandas eating bamboo

Deserts, tundra and plains

Jagged peaks, gentle rolling green hills

White, red, yellow, brown cliffs

And more

But each day Poet awoke

Began to write

With gratitude

Thankyou for this planet

With the fresh blue air

For the water and the sun

The ocean to wash my hair

The rivers forests trees

Monkey, rainbows and bumble bees

Rivers rocks, fjords and lochs

Poet traveled far and wide to see the Earth

This only inspired Port more

Poet climbed hills swam oceans, reefs and with colourful coral fish

And wrote about it all.

One day Poet awoke

Poet walked out side

Poet had no pen or paper

Walked into the green field

Lay down

Watched a butterfly emerge from a cocoon

It was large, black with shimmerimg green, blues and violet patches in its wings

Poet closed their eyes

And relaxed

The ants and crows quickly devoured

Most of the flesh

And the maggots the rest

Poet lived a very very long life

More than 900 years

But Poet’s poetry lasted

… Forever.

Progress

“If you keep doing the same thing every day, very little about you will change, There will be minimal progress, improvement or personal development without habit change.

Your life will become mediocre, with resentment, self loathing and hate, but if you set a goal with passion and take action everyone can be great” Thundercloud Quotes, ©️2022

Extra Comments on Progress: “If you don’t imagine a better life and change your situation, then you’ll be resentful, angry, and live life in frustration”

“Every human has potential for continuous growth and creation, if they’d believe in themselves they can create any situation”

“The words we use to describe ourselves are true from our own perspective, so we must change the things we say about ourselves if we want to be self directive.”

change, poetry

For ending military and war. Legend of the Bombagund full version.

WHY?

For all humans to live in peace and without fear of death from war would be the goal.

For all humans to thrive free from from militaries controlled by governments and investment company profits, this would be the goal.

For all humans to have opportunities to experience joy, peace and the opportunities to thrive.

For all humans to have equal opportunities without structural barriers.

War! I could let it drive me insane but I don’t. There are many things in this world that I do not like and do not understand. I could focus on that but instead I want to focus on what it can be like.

Imagine a world where there are no armies or militaries with weapons. Imagine a world of peace where there are no people killing or hitting one another. Imagine a world where everyone respects each other and each other’s differences. Imagine a world where energy is free from an antennae which can be scaled at any size. Imagine a world where universal transport is free because there are craft that can levitate using free energy. Imagine a world where fruit and vegetables are organically grown and harvested by robots and robots do all the tedious repetitive work leaving humans to have vast amounts of social time where there are festivals and dances. Imagine a world without money.

The following poem was written from a future perspective when there is peace all around the planet Earth.

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Introduction

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est.

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud. 

Over there in future Earth, 

Father tells his son a story. 

“Long ago the rivs were blud”

“This story will be gory.”

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est.

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blud. 

Warrender came in a gust of whoosh.

Against no warp did he push,

The Pushers and their rivs a blud. 

All lay down the bombagun. 

The bombagun henceforth no gotten

But the rivs a blud are not forgotten. 

The peace now rigns not the bombagund

Warps rivs a blud no longer run. 

Henceforth the sloothan warp will never. 

Warp kiel est no more ever. 

Legend of the bombagund. 

Peace now reigns and the rivs are love. 

Warrender stood between the others. 

He said, “Hey warps, kiel me yor brutha”

The Warps they answered, “Why? But no.”

“There’s rivs a blud upon the snow”

“ These bombagund no need have gotten 

but the rivs a blud are not forgotten”

Warrender came to heal the Earth 

And the rivs now run clear rainbow birth. 

Henceforth they stopped the rivs a blud. 

And the rivs now flowing rivs a love. 

Warrender stopped the Bombagund

And the rivs a blud no longer run. 

“ Tell me dad. What’s a Bombagund?”

“Twas a machine to make the rivs a blud run son”

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est. 

Legend of the Bombagund. 

The rivs now flow clear rainbow love. 

Legend of the Bombagund Part 2

Boloxum flumoxed through the air. 

The sound of skringing everywhere. 

The smell of scrotch upon the nose. 

The sprooshelness it stained the clothes. 

Warrender Whoosshed into the land. 

There was rivs a blud upon the sand. 

Warrender called “ Hey Warps! Yes. You!”

“The Bombagund is killing you”

The Warps answered “We don’t want no more.”

“The rivs a blud the bluddy war.”

“We do not think that war is funny,

But we’ve invested lots of money. 

“How can we stop the Bombagund

So the rivs a blud no longer run?”. 

Warrender said, “The Bombagund ground them down”

“Make a huge pile far from town”

“Ground them down and make no Warp. 

Destroy Bombagunds forever more. 

They piled the Bombagunds up high. 

A giantzilla pile up to the sky. 

They took the biggest Bombagund. 

The very last unrusty one. 

Warrender flew above the pile. 

Warrender and the warps all smiled. 

They dropped that last big Bombagun. 

The very last unrusty one. 

Then the bombagund was never more. 

The rivs of blud upon the shore. 

They stopped and never ran again. 

The warps they all became good friends. 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

A pile of molten metal was left. 

Warrender stopped the warps somehow.

They made robots, tools and homes and ploughs. 

No rivs a blud across the Earth 

Just peace and love a new rebirth. 

Henceforth they stopped the Bombagunds

Warps rivs a blud no longer run. 

The sloothan warp was gone forever. 

The Bombagun kiel est no more ever. 

Warrender stopped the killing and fear. 

And the Bombagunds all disappeared. 

Warrender left when the warp was over

And the rivs a blud washed from the clover. 

The grass was green, the snow was white. 

There were no Bombagund flashes at night. 

Boloxum cleared from the sky. 

The singing birds were heard up high. 

The acrid skroortch it left the nose. 

The rivs were clean to wash the clothes. 

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest. 

No more warp kiel est. 

Legend of the Bombagund. 

Peace now reigns and the rivs are no longer blud. 

Legend of the bombagund Part 3

The warps began so long ago.

No warp could remember no blood on the snow.

No warp could remember how it began

Or a reason for why the rivs a blud ran. 

The warps were divided into two teams. 

The red and the blue ununited it seems. 

Warrender could see through this fake separations

Of the haves and havenots  and the patriot nations. 

Warrender could see through the blue-red warp fear. 

That their profits would lower if Bombagunds disappeared. 

The Bombagund makes all people frighted

The rivs a blud on the snow make us very ununited. 

“If you must kiel est, kiel me” Warrender called. 

“If you want blood on the sand, I’m willing to fall.

I I stand here a human between two Warp Teams.

Blow me into pieces, make me into baked beans.” 

“The Blue Warps and Red Warps, why is you fighted?

You are human like me, why ununited?

My blood it runs red and blue in my veins. 

We all bleed the same, we all feel pains. 

The sloothan warp Is hest not grand. 

The blood must be washed from the snow and sand.

The solution is simple, it’s called NOTARM

Warrener yelled out, “It’s do no harm”

Notarm the people on the Earth. 

Notarm each other a new peaceful rebirth. 

Hencefrom  notarm and all sit united. 

Compassionate solutions not selfish fighted. 

Henceforth no blud be spilled on ground. 

We’ll sit in love all gathered round. 

No warps, no more, no Bombagund. 

And the rivs a blud will no longer run. 

We’ll hest the sloothan warp hence now.

No more kiel est some how. 

Destroy every single bombagund.

So the rivs as blud no longer run. 

The Last Bombagund

Hakido walked towards the sun. 

He looked about and did not run.

At night he’d sleep upon the ground. 

Boyhood was lost and manhood found.

He’d swim in creeks, eat from the land,

Till he came to the ancient forest grand. 

The leaves were high the trees were tall. 

The rainforest birds gave a welcome call.

The canopy closed with no sunlight. 

The little hairy men came out at night. 

“Hakido you’ll come with us. 

We want to show you this old bus. 

“The bus is hidden in a cave. 

You’re a man now you can be brave. 

They walked up to the sacred mountain. 

The thunder clouds rained down a fountain. 

The cave was huge, cathedral rocks. 

Of stalactites, crystal outcrops. 

Hakido was despeeched. Eyes didn’t deceive. 

Twas a machine Hakido could not percieve. 

He said to the little men, “Why you trick us?”

What is this machine? It is not a bus.

“You brought me in here what is this found?

Is this the very last Bombagund I have found?”

He picked up the Bombagund he walked outside. 

He aimed it. He fired it. The forest was fried.

A skringing sound, sprushelness, boloxum and splatter. 

The forest black flattened like a nuclear flatter.

Hakido screamed when he opened his eyes. 

He’d never experienced such bad-sprise. 

The Bombagumd scroortch made a big dis-inter-figure

A crater and boloxum dust when he pulled the trigger. 

It cut through the forest blackened and fried. 

Left a scar and a crater 500m wide

Hakido yelled, “My eyes don’t deceive

Death and destruction, dead Earth I percieve. 

“Is this the very last Bombagund I have found?”

“This must be destroyed, must be broken down.

It’s not my decision. It belongs to the tribe.”

We must sit in circles colective decide”

“This Bombagund thing is a kiel est machine. 

If it gets out people might become mean. 

We’ve peace now on Earth we all live with love. 

This Bombagund thing could destroy all of the above. 

Hakido put it back into the cave. 

The hairy men said, “you are so brave.”

Hakido returned home from his walk about. 

A man now the tribe gave a joyous shout. 

Henceforth I have decision news. 

There’s one Bombagund  left. No lies. I tell trues.

Decision time now. We must be brave. 

I left it hidded up there in the cave.

Thundercloud daddo tell us Hakido said. 

The Legend of the Bombagund. The one in your head. 

Tell us about the Bombagund I have found.

Thundercloud gathered the whole tribe around. 

Henceforth from before Thundercloud sayed

The blue and red teams with Bombagunds played

Bombagund machines came from Warps who supplied.

The sloothan warp, rivs a blud so many died.

It all came down to just one man

The one called Warrender who whooshed into the land

Between the Blue and the Red Warps he stood all alone

And he brought World Peace to the Earth all on his own

Henceforth the sloothan warp was hest

No more warp Kiell est 

Legend of the Bombagun

Peace now reigns but the rivs were blood.

change, poetry, poetry

Data Harvesting

Data, the new oil

We’re going sequence every living thing on earth.

We’re going to sequence everybody in the world.

Are you being robbed?

Are you missing out?

Are you being paid?

Vapour trails in the ether

Location tracking

Date and time stamped.

Tracked by an Apple

Tracked by an Android

Ones and zeros obscuring dollar signs.

Facebook builds a history of….

Pop up advertising

Cross reference credit history, income statements and location

Providing a seamless experience in the metaverse

Data privacy and consent

There’s a lot of money in your data

Fitbit, heart rate

The price of Free

Your personal data is an asset to you

Or Google, Apple, Amazon, Facebook, Microsoft

and what ever government or corporation decided to harvest

Your data

Your oil

Your energy

We’re living in a time when big companies want to exploit the information we’ve given them for free.

Market value per user

The privacy crisis

Accept cookies

Software and big data

The internet of things

Terms and conditions

Accept

animals, book, change, Life lessons, poetry, writing

Taking the bully by the horns

A teacher once asked a preschool student what job do you want to do when you grow up. The preschool student replied, “an artist.”

The teacher laughed and said, “you’ll never be rich.”

The student replied, “No, you’ve been to university, studied hard and know everything that you’ve ever been taught, you’ll never be rich.”

Many years later the teacher was invited to a children’s book launch written and illustrated by the student. Original paintings of the illustrations were for sale for thousands of dollars and this was the student’s 6th book and the student was now an internationally recognised children’s book author and illustrator.

The following is a copy of my first published book “The flea and the dinosaur.” It is currently out of print but the story and illustrations were all done by me. I will republish it again in the future.

Many Millions of Years Ago
Tyrannosaurus rex by Thundercloud Repairian aka James Arthur Warren. The Flea and the Dinosaur page 1

Many millions of years ago, way before you and me, Tyrannosaurus Rex was born, he was bigger than a tree. About the same time flea was born, rainbow fairy flea but small and super powerful filled with joy and glee. Tyrannosaur grey and brown strong and forcefully went around tearing things down like a big bully

Today I saw a dinosaur laughing at a flea, it looked down and said, “you’re not as strong as me”…………

Rainbow fairy flea was born
Rainbow fairy flea by Thundercloud Repairian aka James Arthur Warren

The flea said to the dinosaur, “do you want to pick a fight?”

 “One thousand times my height I jump. you can’t jump with all your might.”

The flea said to the dinosaur, “I have a super skin and I can bite you anywhere my teeth will sink right in.” 

The flea said to tyrannosaur, “I can be a little snitch and I will bite you on the bum and I will make you itch”

The flea said to the dinosaur, “you can move about but I’m 100 times as fast as you that’s without a doubt.” 

The flea jumped on the dinosaur and bit him on the knee. “I’m so much more than you think don’t you mess with me.”

The flea jumped on the dinosaur and bit him in the eye. The dinosaur shed a tear and then began to cry.

Today I heard a dinosaur say, “sorry” to a flea, “without a doubt you are so much more powerful than me.”

The flea said to the dinosaur, ”don’t laugh at others too because little guys are much more powerful than forceful ones like you.”

The flea said to the Dinosaur, “you can’t run away, nowhere to run nowhere to hide have a lovely day.” 

The flea bit tyrannosaur and the dinosaurs all died and great big bullies fade away and get fried by little guys 

Today I saw a dinosaur get beaten by a flea. Big mean bullies disappeared but loving joyful fleas dance free.

I finished writing this poem at 1:33, dinosaurs became extinct but fleas still live free. 

Great big bullies fade away
The flea he bit tyrannosaur illustration by Thundercloud Repairian aka James Arthur Warren for The Flea and the Dinosaur.

I too was like the teacher once. I was a teacher and happy to take an hourly wage/salary with annual leave, sick days, superannuation of 17% and all the perks that come with a government teaching job. By the time I was 44 I had had over 50 different jobs. Then one November day in 2014 I returned home to find the roof had blown off my home. I decided to buy a double decker bus named Atlantis and go travelling and giving away free books. I lived on the smell of an oily rag, collecting and giving away free books for over 2 years until the bus broke down in Nimbin. I had started writing and my drawing skills had developed while I was living in Atlantis.

Nimbin had a great poetry scene and while I was living there I decided to illustrate and publish “The Flea and the Dinosaur.” I also published two volumes of poetry “Love in Nimbin” and “Lust in Nimbin” more recently I also published “Poetry to End Prohibition 420 2020” They are all available by following the links to Amazon.

In February 2020 I passed through Guyra on the way back to Nimbin. I had been to the Banjo Paterson Australian Poetry Competition in Orange. Here in Guyra I stopped for a walk and found an amazing empty theatre. A month later I returned to open the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame on the 24th of March 2020 which was Australia’s first day of COVID19 lockdown. It was a surreal experience moving to a new town to open business and suddenly finding the town deserted. However, 16 months later I am still here and I have just got around to opening “Seahorse Medicine Cafe here to serve vegetarian and vegan food as well as tea, coffee, soup and juices. People ask where I got the name “Seahorse Medicine” from. I have 3 unpublished volumes of children’s animal poetry by the same title.

I was told by a friend in 2016 that I have Seahorse Medicine in me. I had no idea what she was talking about at the time but now I do. I haven’t set a timeline to publish the Seahorse Medicine poetry but I have opened the cafe. Running/setting up the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame, a cafe, writing and publishing keeps me extremely occupied but they are all things that I enjoy doing.

That is what creatives do. They open their heart and do what they love. Create. Create some more and create even more. We use our creative abilities to bring joy, love and colour to the world, even when everything seems like it is going down the toilet, we will paint the toilet in bright colours. I wrote the following piece of poetry for my son’s birthday because I love him and also wanted to inspire him as well as other people. After he read it he thanked me and said “dad, that’s a good poem because it can be applied to different situations.”

I replied, “Yep.”

There may be times when the world seems mad

There will be times when you are feeling sad

But you’re strong, courageous, and in control

You can dig yourself out of any deep hole

Relax and breathe deep for a start

Let go and breathe into your heart

The toughest times might be a test

To center your self, become your best

Version of you that you can fashion

Make unconditional love your passion

From adversity we all can grow

Compassionate when cold winds blow

After cold windy winter the sun will shine

Flowers will bloom in the warm Spring time

With long warm days in the summer my friends

Winter might be cold but it always ends.

Thundercloud bring torrential rains

Rainbows shine after all our pains

Storms only ever last a few hours

New growth happens after showers

When it’s wet you can still have fun

Jumping in puddles and going for a run

When you’re cold and wet please don’t cry

Water and tears will always dry

When winds blow, and rain falls from above

We can all still smile in unconditional love

Regardless of the madness and fear

You’ll be the one to shine your light this year.

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Happiness and my house is your house

I begin by acknowledging the Banbai people as the traditional custodians of the land on which I am living and the continuing connection to the land of elders past, present and emerging.

We are all visitors somewhere and my house is your house. I arrived in Guyra in late March 2020 and opened the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame on the fist day of the Australian COVID-19 lockdown. It was a surreal experience to move to a new town to open a new tourist and entertainment venture and walk outside into the main street of the town to find it deserted.

There were special exemptions for businesses which were providing an essential service. On my way to Guyra from Nimbin I went via Brisbane to see my son and I stopped at Aldi where I bought a pack of 24 bottles of water for $12. They were the first thing that I put on the shelf at $1 per bottle. In my mind, I was offering an essential service. I am an Aquarius, the water carrier and an air sign. That’s also why the name “Thundercloud” makes a lot of sense to me.

What is a Thundercloud, if not water in air?

One of my first visitors was a very friendly local woman by the name Gladys Wilson. I am Glad that I met Gladys as she has become one of my best friends in Guyra and the biggest supporter of the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame. She is the same age as my dad, she is always happy and glad and since I came along she has embraced not only writing poetry but also performing poetry. Gladys has always lived in Guyra, she grew up here, left school in grade nine and living proof that you are never too old to learn something new. Gladys has many endearing traits, one of which is that she talks to everyone and is welcoming to everyone that she meets. Gladys is a living example of “my house is your house.”

The next people that I met here in Guyra were some of the seasonal workers at the tomato farm. Guyra has the biggest tomato greenhouses in Australia and if you have eaten a tomato in Australia then there is a good chance that they come from Guyra. There are hundreds of jobs available at the tomato farm but not enough Guyra people to do the jobs, nor enough Australian people interested in moving to Guyra to work on the tomato farm. The result is that workers from the Pacific Islands come here on seasonal visas. They come from Vanuatu, Tonga, Samoa, Fiji, the Solomon Islands and more.

Tony Nati and Paul Tony were the next two people that I met and they come from and island in Vanuatu called Malekula. Tony’s brother Ken Nati also lives and works in Guyra and after this weekend Ken might be going home. All these Guys were only supposed to be in Australia for a maximum of six months and it but COVID came and they have all been here for nearly two years. Most of them have families in Vanuatu with children so when they return their children will have substantially grown up. It has been difficult for them to be away from their families for so long however there is a positive side. Vanuatu is the country in the world that is most prone to natural disasters. Cyclones, volcanos, earthquakes and tsunamis all occur in Vanuatu

The price of building materials is expensive in Vanuatu and the official currency is the Vanuatu Vatu VUV of which one Australian Dollar buys 84 Vatu. Working in Australia is one way that “Ni-Van” people get foreign currency and use it to build strong natural disaster proof homes for their families. The “Ni-Van” people here in Guyra have always been welcome to come and play music at the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame and Ken Nati, being a great rhythm piano player has embraced the opportunity and it is my pleasure to offer him and our brothers “my home.” I know that when I visit Vanuatu, and I will visit Vanuatu, that I will be welcomed into their home like it is my home with full Vanuatu hospitality.

Vanuatu might be the most natural disaster prone country in the world but is also the 4th happiest country in the world according to the “Happy Planet Index” . Next month, July 30th is the 41st anniversary of Vanuatu independence and I am holding the local Guyra celebration here at the Australian Poetry Hall of Fame as a funds raiser for the Melanesia Volleyball Club which is made up of members of the Seasonal Worker Program.

Today I met some new arrivals for the seasonal worker program. They are from the Solomon Islands and they came to ask me if they could come and practice their singing in the theatre here. I said yes of course and was treated to the two angelic voices of Sina and Leslie. There is no data on the happiness index of the Solomon Islands but somehow I reckon that they are pretty happy people too. The odd thing is that when I look at the Happy Planet Index Map most of the so called wealthy countries are in red or orange and not that happy and most of the happiest countries are less wealthy.

It just goes to show that money can’t buy happiness.

My House is Your House

My house is your house, we are all visitors

Welcome in my door, one day I’ll visit yours

When you visit my house, please bring harmony

Make yourself at home, please have a cup of tea

My house is your house as you are my brother

We’re from different lands and another mother

Come well into my house, enjoy my hospitality

As I know that you would do the same for me.

My house is your house, we can be good friends

This is our beginning and not where it ends

I don’t care if you’re rich nor if you are poor

Young or old, with respect, you’re welcome in my door

My house is your house, let us both be happy

When I visit your house, I won’t make it crappy

Welcome into my house, I see you brought a smile

Let’s enjoy our time together, let’s enjoy a while.

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