"Oh what a difference a day makes"

I can smell it all the ways to the bank 

What is the meaing of life anyways?

   but the process of it passing.

Red, blue, red,  hues of  colors

and My life is filed with green too.

   green it counts alone like people count numbers

             and speaks with words

November, September

 " When I was seventeen, bum did do bah ba.."

is it a dolllar a day or a day a dollar

Not even a physicist can say he understands 

      back from forwards but me

    Life is organsmically irreversibly a green scene

I saw and made to print as life is made to fit

the laws of the universe

  made to expand or shrink  in size but not in the  amount of color

I might as well 'ad been a happy green  pen

  with children

    make more green pens with green ink

      by breathing the blue air

A physicists' dream

  An economists' paradox solution

    get paid for going and good breatthing

     made of green

    a machune makes green from blue

What a scene I count in the days

  as I count the days for pay

Ever present and delightful green

   Even a god coudn't dream

for more

than never a day off

   without green 

And if hes' blue to start 

the world is made to green on Sundays

   and there all week growing to more and more.

Both god and men can bank on heavenly  blue

  to make a life long heaven of green

   A pereptual motion  machine

     machines interest from being

If one scribes the days in numbers  

    he is green  

      green is he

 And when he stops,dies

     he is not green 

       green is not he

 But his life absorbed into the heavenly blue

        the day he stops counting 

his accounting has made its interest 

 now to an even freer  existence 

friared  in the wilds

     of blue.

    Entropy'

     the decline in world order as energy declines

       is  only a problem 

        for store shoppers and physicists

         to make them party blue.

Day One, Day two.......

Marvin Kirsh

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