The Front is thru w/ a burst of rain
W/ a switch to cool of Spring, again
Caribbean plate still rather shaky
Aleutians also, eruptions & quaky
Sun is wild, blasts headed our way
Radio signals are gonna pay
Big dog is snoring, birds chowin' down
Tree rats digging holes in the ground
Forest is green, views have grown short
Ticks are looking for a new blood resort
Don't want that resort to be me
Usually feel 'em, before you can see
Be careful out there
Today On Earth
I got the beets....
Again...
Can somebody out there
Kill trump & putin??
Please!!
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