As we gather to prepare for the Sun's birthday,
and readings from its personal memoir.
I must sent this memo to it's mother, life's mentor.
Earth's mayor, Junior and his father the eternal vicar.
Life's alumnus, one out of one.
As we prepare to shock surprise and drown the ocean,
we have written the weather for the rehearsals at Jupiter.
Miracles will be wearing white, since they will be ushers,
and they have all been informed.
The posters are already on display on ocean's streets.
soon mars will follow.
For we have planned this as a surprise,even to us the planners.
And because up there accidents do not happen,
we only need faith and not funders.
As we gather to prepare for the Sun's birthday,
we write to you the lone scientist, the compass of change,
the sole signatory of earth's warranty and the hedge fund for fruit flies.
The inspector of the mines: earth, Mars and others.
We have spoken to words and they said they have heard.
Green grasses have renewed their green and so have the rest.
For those who came here before time came,
have said the sun was here before them.
And memory need this memoirs to complete its harem.
So we invite you Death's doctor, director of the undersea choir.
To the charity walk holding in Venus,
as we would observe a minute silence for the earth,
and all other things blinking red.
And then the songs of corals with the Pacific orchestra,
as they hope to impress with their visual tenor.
As we gather to prepare for the Sun's birthday.
we cannot start without the beginning.
So we visited the celestial gallery of art,
but logic is strangely mute.
So how can we trust other mental routes?
And although we have summoned eternity,
none can tell how long it will take to get here.
And because we are determined to shock surprise,
we cannot just ask any near,
except of course, the fourth man in that fire.
Samson Abanni
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