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This is a picture of some small clover blossoms on the side of a highway
in East Texas.

    Also, here is a little poetry that I came up with one night while
composing a new instrumental piece entitled "Mr. Fabulous". I don't think
that I'll ever use these words as lyrics in a song. They just came to
mind as they are.     Enjoy.

Only Human

Life is what you make it out to be
We're merely mortals living in the same dream
Love with all its endless boundaries
And all the passion to fulfill our fantasies

Truth from a heart that's always pure
And all the pain that a human can endure
But like the glow from some eternal flame
Can be silenced by a single drop of rain

Life is what you make it out to be
But dreams can be stifled by reality
And when we're on the edge, and peer beyond that open door
We find we're merely mortals, only human,
and nothing more