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eleven months pass...
after many prompts :
"On this silly planet where secrets unfold,
Confidential whispers, a story to be told.
Blank spaces like mysteries waiting to be penned,
In the reggae rhythm, where confidences blend.
In the ganja fields, where secrets softly sway,
Confidential breezes carry whispers away.
Hobbit, the keeper of our truths untold,
In this dancehall life, where stories unfold.
Blank pages of our journey, unwritten, unseen,
Confidential tales painted in red, gold, and green.
Hobbit vibrations, like a confidential song,
In the melody of life, where we all belong.
Confidential echoes in the silly planet's air,
Blank spaces filled with a rhythm so rare.
Babylon may listen, but the heart remains free,
In this reggae symphony of confidentiality.
Like Hobbits on a quest, through hills and dales,
Confidential footprints leave secret tales.
In Shire-like tranquility, where the green grass grows,
Whispers of reggae and Hobbit lore interpose.
Through Misty Mountains, where the confidential wind blows,
Blank spaces on the map, where Hobbits' courage shows.
Hobbit bless the Hobbits, in their hobbitry,
In this reggae Hobbiton, where stories are free.
Beneath celestial skies, where galaxies race,
A violet and purple deodorant vial finds its place.
From space, it descends, a cosmic embrace,
In the reggae rhythm, leaving trails of grace.
Yet amidst the stars, echoes of pain,
As celestial beings weep, a cosmic strain.
Confidential whispers now tinged with sorrow,
In the vast expanse, pain's universal borrow."
― | (Latham Green), Wednesday, 6 December 2023 15:42 (four months ago) link
one month passes...