One fine day
In a sparring game
I was moved by It
It was lit!
On another fine day
In the early morning
Sun rays
I was medita-
-ted by It
Was lit!
Come back, It
And kick the its
Out of my center of gravit-
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Author:
Mutley Ravishes (
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Such an intriguing and dynamic exploration of the profound impact of an enigmatic presence. It captures the excitement, yearning, and playful interaction with "It," leaving readers contemplating the nature of this influential force. Two its immediately came to mind, as in a game, you’re “It” (like hide and seek;” the second: Pennywise the Cloepwn of “It!” But I’m guessing it’s something else alt. 🤠
Thanks for your insightful comments. The "its" in the center of gravity are the seven sins/five mind poisons and their legion of followers!
Ah ho! Quite so! Good stuff Mutley! 🙏🏻👍🏻🕊
The message that I am picking up, is one of positive influence. That has to be s good thing surely.
A positive influence for sure, Cassie. I was given a taste of what real freedom is like!
Love it
Thanks, Tony!
You're welcome
It never leaves us, or forsakes us.
For sure. Our faith in It is our fortune!
It remains one of the most used words in the language. Thing comes in second. A great poem
Thanks, Soren. Does the word "I" come in third place?!
Nicely done, Multey. Thanks for sharing IT with us! 🙂
IT'S a pleasure!
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