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Customer: Can I get it without hair? Employee: No sir. It’s called Hairy Chicken Fajita cuz it’s got hair init. Customer: Do you have any food without hair in it? Employee: No. Customer: What!? Employee: No. Customer: Can I make a special order for just the chicken? Employee: No sir, but you can remove the chicken and have just the hair. Customer: Um… Can you put the hair on the side? Employee: No sir, chicken is a topping. We don’t serve toppings as primary dishes. Customer: What!? Employee: Chicken is a topping. We don’t serve — Customer: Yeah, yeah! I...

(Read in order: Ivy, A Butterfly, A Flower, And A Leaf) Find her In the shade of a tree She let go of home to wander All the greater anxieties. Her face is old, color of gold, She dances silently To the turning of a breeze… Mind her Nomad of earth and sky You can dream for her To the melody she breathes. Quietly, she is free Needlessly at ease with ambition and cause She has traveled long To remind us of the sound of songs! Hear her Keeper of another peace Her power is in movements As numbers that...

(Read in order: Ivy, A Butterfly, A Flower, And A Leaf) A flower is all the world’s impossibility She is the great subduer of sleep The great one that overcomes And opens simply to see Simply to be free… She twists, she dances, her scent glides on every breeze! She is the exploding result of impossible dreams A flower is the outcome of ambition A monument to will, unrelenting She knew not to stay still and realized her own being Ever so gently she is the one that glides between Then and now, and never again, No place in particular…...

(Read in order: Ivy, A Butterfly, A Flower, And A Leaf) A butterfly… She flies, caressing the space between Sunshine, and air, the world unseen. A stronger spirit is hers, as Wings beating, she caries herself free, From the cocoon. A butterfly… Once captive, now beyond free. Liberty, greater than that bestowed on any living being, It was not a birth right, It’s hard earned, the air she’s breathing… Once she writhed, and twisted. Hers was a fight, she suffered to beg a million wishes. Change hurts when it’s to surpass circumstance, And escape that prison Of one’s own devising....

For Something Greater (Birthday Poem) “You’re over analyzing.” She firmly said… Keeping company of a long ago friend A debate with Life. Again, I’m arguing a means to end… But why argue, language is poorly articulated intent. That familiar feeling of “I can’t do you anymore.” Counting harm, peace is no charm, when you can’t feel it within, But wouldn’t quitting be a cowards sin? Heroes pay for done and did. Still, it’s sweet and relentless Life, you’re harsh when remembered No. it’s not to you, but family for whom my heart is beating. Wary travelers proudly breathing, grow restless...