Life is earth and birth, then girth and mirth.

At every birth the universe begins again.

Nascency begins the narrative life plays out.

Beauty and birth, the hope of the earth.

Embrace poverty, disease and exhaustion — have babies.

“Bye!” follows hard on every “Hi!”

At birth, celebrate; in life, formulate; at death, abdicate.

Life is gushy, quite mushy, both slushy and flushy.

There’s a time to why, and a time to fly.

It’s breath, breadth, shibboleth, then death.

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