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Distance certainly does not define nor restrict how smitten one can be, you little ravenous jujube!!!

So, whether I am here or there...as matter of fact...even if I were to live in a hut on Mars!!!

I'd still use my mysterious and masterful skills of prowess to know (with absolute conviction and certainty) how smitten I can be.

As the China people tell me,

"You So Silly"

(I am omitting their obvious observation of "white boy")

Yes, it would be nice.  Almost euphoric straight out of a fairy tale.

But, between

You, me and twenty five hundred miles of forest, mountains, swamp and farmland....with a couple of cacti and a ton of pigeons and bird watchers...

I don't think, I just can't believe that Texas could ever love a godless nomadic Yank who has never ever even entertained firing a firearm armed with fire!

I would have to be Harry Potter's older demented half cousin from Uncle Albert's side of the family from Wisconsin...you know, that part of Wisconsin on the border of Minnesota...that comes close to Canada?  Where all the cousins sit around the campfire talking shop, sipping beer and flipping cows?

I hear cows never see it coming either.

Wow.

Or I should say Bam.

That stands for the buzzkill sustained from a dream gone cold of grazing on a mild and sunny day.

Like going on a family trip to Costco...

Where I could sit and munch on thankless calories in their high class rotunda.

I swear, I absolutely swear this planet would be a better place without hotheads, hotshots and CEOs!

And all their political golden parachutes that just keep on popping!!!

POP

Or I should say

Cha Ching to everyone's empty bank accounts

On their behalf

Of course

For milking every cow, worth milking

As well as, all the farmers that those cows moo for...

(Just as an aside...ever moo back at a cow?)

It's not only exhilarating...its intoxicatingly liberating

For Not only the cow, but also to the Mooer and all those in attendance 

Speaking of attendance

It's not all that cracked up to be...from what was once promised

But...from...what I know and see

The sun still rose

Like a flower in the field

And all the worker ants came out...

Only get caught in the frozen cold of false hopes

But before they could get back to bed...their path got covered by snow and mist

They lost their way, 

Their time was up

Up

and

Away

Like a comic book gone astray

Panic.Chaos.Disorder.

...

my work here is done

But, not for the day

I have my Hat, Scarf, Gloves, Boots and Compass on

A shovel in my back pocket.

Fruits and berries in my belly

Long before I spoke of any word to any lawyer

I demand a recount!!!

Of all the trusted chaps responsible for all this world's wickedness...

fierce like a storm

A storm like none other

Washing away a day's dream...

Much how the tossed female bull must have felt...

Hush little puppy,

Don't feel sad

I am still on a feline path

(They say Cats of a Feather often Flock Together!)

Au revoir

 and

arrivederci

Bee for Bobo

and let's not forget about my Cha Cha