Words: chert, quit, guarantee, cluck, astrological, cooperate
“When the Storm Hits” by Penny Vieau
A huge lightening bolt struck the tree outside last night and left some sort of chert at the base. Was it astrological? I can guarantee my chickens let out a big cluck from the storm. They won’t cooperate. That’s it. I quit, throwing my hands up in the air.
Do They Know? By Linda Gordon
Who created the hosts of heavenly skies
Then deplored astrological devotions men devined
Who placed chert crystals under the sea
Not mentioned in His inner peace guarantee
To cooperate is creation’s design
But not to quit or usurp the divine
Yet, there’s still cluck about trust
In concentrated cosmic dust
A Heavenly Tiff by Mark Young
I don’t believe in astrological signs
Because if they could really guarantee
Life’s path through celestial design
We’d quit believing will was free
Your disapproving tongue cluck
Your glare as hard as chert
Cooperate to disdain my pluck
To declare your belief inert.
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