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Love is All Around, and Other Dreams

"Love is all around!  They found it on the ground."

At 3:00 AM, that struck me as a rather nice song.
I had been dreaming.  I just had to tell Mari.

"That young girl," someone told me, "just sang for a wedding."
That is what she sang:  "Love is all around!  They found it on the ground."

"I would sing it for you," I told Mari, "but I don't know the tune."
It was just as well.  I only knew a few of the lyrics, anyway.

I looked up the lyrics on Google, and discovered that
"Love is all around!  They found it on the ground"
is not a song generally known to the music world; in fact,
might not be known at all.  It will probably remain that way.
Here I am, with a composer's gift for wedding music--
a gift generally accessible only when I am sleeping--
and I do not have the gumption to copyright the lyrics.

Is that not the story of our lives; most of us?
Even when we have the talent for writing great literature--
poems, for instance, in which every line rhymes with "orange",
or "silver", or "purple", or "month"--we do nothing about it!

Who will not admit that we really do need some better music
to get married to, especially the second time around?
Or maybe even for the first time!  With the Republicans in charge,
and given their freedom-loving desire to control what goes on
in the bedroom and in doctor's offices, we may soon
be restricted to only a first time.  Does it not say that in
the Constitution?  Maybe in the same Amendment
in which it says, "Thou shalt not talk to old people about
the fact that they ain't gonna live absolutely forever"?

I think it is there, where Judge Antonin Scalia says it doesn't say
women have equal rights.  "Sorry!", he says!  "Look it up!"
"Slaves count for 3/5ths, but women don't count, at all!"

The only thing that amazes me more than how often
I pass by these opportunities to turn my dream talents
into a tidy, personal fortune, is how many people spend
their nights simply sleeping, doing nothing creative!

Mari doesn't dream as I do.  Maybe that is why
she is not mentioned in the Constitution.

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