Rejoicing!

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REJOICING!

'To Rejoice'......To enjoy again

The bliss that is the support of thin air;

The bliss that is the security of upstretched hands.

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FINGERS CROSSED!

I'm not sure about Climate Change.

That it's happening, I don't doubt,

But it may be a natural phenomenon;

I'm unable to work that out.

But I do know Australia has coal

And I do know it earns us cash,

And I do know that it's a pollutant,

So burning it is rash.

And I do know my heart sinks slightly

When I see the ships going by,

On their way to be loaded with 'black gold',

Outlined on the bright blue sky.

Let's admit we're exporting pollution,

To cloud in another's air.

Earning money's expedient

But it isn't really fair.

So when I read of a method

Of burning coal underground

And merely exporting the gases

I'm glad such a method's been found.

It may be years in coming,

Innovations are often slow,

But wouldn't it be fabulous

To keep the 'nasties' down below!

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Bliss

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BLISS!

It comes unsought and unexpected.

It lasts moments, not years.

It catches one by the throat and then leaves, laughing.

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THE BLISS OF WHITER THAN WHITE! 

A vignette from an earlier time,

When dingy whites were an utter crime!

Monday was Wash Day! Without fail!

White washing was a Holy Grail!

Rissoles for lunch, always, on Monday,

Made from the roasted meat from Sunday.

No time to cook the usual feast;

The burden must not be increased!

Mothers, with such restricted lives,

Made a fetish of being wives,

And sparkling laundry was the aim.

One-Up-Man-Ship the only game!

The purpose of her mighty labours

Was to out-do her next-door-neighbours!

Remember Blue-Bags on laundry day?

Blue-Bags to take away the grey?

How the whites were soaked awhile,

Until they made our mothers smile;

Until sheets hanging on the line,

Fluttered, dazzlingly divine;

Till we saw Mother's spirits soar

For her's were whiter than her's next-door!

Blue-Bags set our mothers free

To see life as it ought to be;

Not as something dull and flawed,

But WHITE to make neighbours over-awed!

Maybe all of us use tricks,

To give our little egos kicks.

Could we but make our dreams come true

By doctoring our lives with blue!

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