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Attachment 1Breathe I am not a poet, a prophet, a preacher Nor a very probable creature Yet from few we must be all? As does spring to summer fall So in tides I'll speak as waves, With parting knowledge on sandy page And as my thoughts disseminate On the breeze, like dandelions Floating almost rhythmically Pirouetted in the sky Take a moment, breathe it in All this all too soon will end. ATTTACHMENT 1 Bluegill Blues We went a walking, up on the ridge 4 miles from the ocean Forever from her lips Through the apple orchards Planted before time Infinity don't exist Unless you've lost your mind Well I think I dropped mine A mile or two ago Or maybe she just stole it And I'm still yet to know Honestly I couldn't care No difference to me Crazy as the kookaburra With Mary by the sea Yes, Mary is the kind of girl A man would love to catch But Mary's always catching fish No room inside her sack But Seeing as I lost my mind No difference to me If it's fish she wants Then all at once I'm swimming down the stream Well I ain't really much a swimmer But you best believe I try Flailing white naked limbs Like it was 1969 A little girl walked down the stream Crying ma this fish is dying She said no sweety, That's just a man Who's convinced that he is flying Sometimes if you try too hard It never quite works out Like jumbo Jim inside the gym Who's always working out Well jimmy was a skinny Jim Until he tried too hard Now jimmy does not have a neck And cannot lift his arms So stolen from the faultless painter Who whisks with simple strokes I stopped swimming altogether And let my body float And as their canvas comes to life In a genius display I just looked like a dead fish Floating on my way I floated for a league or two And thought about Mark Twain Nothing really that he wrote Just more about his name Well that was just 2 fathoms too deep For me to keep -a- thinkin' So I just floated on that river stream Naked and indecent Luck would have it I got caught Not by human hand But by an eddy, who took me steady swirling in his hands And as my universe was spinning And the world was turning round I realized no one would have thought earth flat If they'd only looked off the ground Well all this while Mary was Just walking through the field And I was there beside her But inside I was spinning still Spinning in a circle As we walked a simple loop I started spinning faster When we sat upon the stoop I'm sure 1 was telling stories Or maybe singing songs Or maybe telling stories About singing songs all along I can't tell the difference I can't tell at all But when I tell I tell 'em tall and tell 'em til they fall We must have kept on walking For I started spinning slower Like a spider's web The spindled thread Stopped me in my motion It must have been the loop Was done and time go inside For I was just a naked fish Floating on my side When do dreams and realities cease to exist in separate lands? What is that mysterious thing that for them builds a bridge? How is this all possible to simultaneously coexist? I do not have your answers but my answer's from her lips Yes, Mary by the sea, she pulled me from the stream Laid me on the shore and made sure that I could breathe I could tell you all about the ways she made me feel If only she didn't chop off my head! I guess I dreamt I was a bluegill Now, there ain't nothin' left to dream Ain't nothing left to do And this ain't nothin' but a classic case Of the good of bluegill blues Wibble Wobble The pitfall of the Wibble Wobble Staring at the sky Is that the little Wibble Wobble Feels so small in size But should that little Wibble Wobble Stop to peer and see The insides of that Wibble Wobble Span the star lit seas We're both that little Wibble Wobble You as much as I And though we wobble wibbedly Both of us will die So as we little Wibble Wobbles Diddle quibble time I'll ask you how the wibbie did we wobbles come to life?! I'm not the sort of Wobble Who toggles with the tools Nor can I scribble Wibble scientific rules But once a Wibble Wobble Told me of their wibble studies And my wibble wobble world Expanded by the dozens That little Wibble Wobble Ran her finger through the dust Then wibbled at the moon and said "That's wobbling in us" I said what the wibble, How the wobble can that be? And she let out a wibble That made perfect sense to me See, the wibble in their wobble Is what wobbled you and me And though we wobble wibbedly From one we were conceived So next time that you wobble at The little wibble sky Know those little wibble wobbles Made the wibble in your eye.