It would make a world of difference; if you left the
fish to exotically swim in the majestically undulating
ocean; or the spuriously embellished and
parsimoniously asphyxiated aquarium,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
parrot to unequivocally fly in uninhibitedly royal
sky; or the treacherously maudlin and brutally
sanctimonious cage,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
rainbow to vivaciously dazzle in the fathomlessly
endowing cosmos; or the regally glass-facaded ceiling
of your monotonously concrete business-house,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
flower to perennially blossom in unassailably
Omnipotent soil; or the grandiloquently pompous and
morosely incarcerate vase,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
cactus to unrestrictedly sprawl in the royally
boundless and blistering desert; or the austerely
dingy pot near the kitchen sink,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
dew dropp to fantastically glisten on the pristinely
princely grass blade; or the besmirched window of your
soiled bathroom,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
lion to gloriously parade in the exuberantly bountiful
jungle; or the disparagingly robotized entrenchment of
the inclemently scurrilous zoo,

It would make a world of difference; if you left
Sunshine to tirelessly blaze every conceivable quarter
of symbiotic earth; or the chauvinistically
corporatish patio on the sordidly malicious edifice
terrace,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
snake to joyously philander amidst the inscrutably
untamed creepers of the forest; or the treasury of
abhorrently blood soaked and sinful jewels,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
frog to boisterously exult in the freshly rain soaked
well; or the egregiously stale sump of vituperatively
adulterated chemical water surrounding the lavatory
seat,

It would make a world of difference; if you left truth
to unconquerably triumph in the realms of the
Omnisciently blessed conscience; or miserably stashed
beneath the entire truck load of currency coin of this
endlessly corrupt world,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
peacock to enchantingly dance in the flirtatiously
winking meadow; or the derogatorily cigarette laden
courtyard of the butcher’s raunchy dwelling,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
owl to intransigently stare in the wilderness of the
fabulously tantalizing night; or the mournfully
flagrant darkness beneath the treacherous corpse,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
polar bear to ebulliently frolic on the slopes of the
innocuously snow clad and grand Everest; or the
deterioratingly artificial chill of the match-boxed
air-conditioner,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
candle to fearlessly enlighten every cranny of the
mystically blackened night; or abysmally cadaverous
hollow in the lecherously rusted coffin,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
newborn infant in the insuperably godly breast of its
mother; or the wretchedly vindictive cradle beside the
despondently harried nurse,

It would make a world of difference; if you left
breath to euphorically cascade down the
quintessentially life-yielding nostrils; or the
worthlessly abject pores of the worthlessly decaying
skeleton,

It would make a world of difference; if you left the
chameleon in the astoundingly vivid camouflage; or the
mechanized stripes of lasciviously parasitic color on
the mundanely asphyxiating brick wall,

But it would make not the tiniest of difference ever
and at all; if you left the beats of Immortal Love; to
throb in the hearts of an organism tall or short; an
organism black or white; an organism rich or poor; an
organism blind or with sight; an organism fertile or
infertile; as long as there was God’s blessings upon
this Universe; O! Yes, as long as there was God’s
blessedly bonding and ubiquitously symbiotic life…



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