This pie we share, ever expanding,
Could be more gracious, less demanding
More generous and kind
On our neighbour's porches
More responsible and just
Like Polaris Northest
'Cause the value of a chart
Is not in its appearance
It's how it leads our way
As we think about experience
And as we think about ourselves
And the gifts we want to open
Made by Santa's elves
Or by aMMa's eloping
What diyas we want to light
In the core of darkest night?
I have a party to attend
I've got to catch this flight
What a world we could create,
With the rightest interest rates
This pecan, walnut, apple pie
Above the ground beneath the sky
Where percentages and ratios
Don't define our solo souls
But each person is heard
And no one is sold
Sweet and salted, gooey goodness
Gushy, crunchy, nutty hoodless
Gullible enterers of a gully narrow
Gulliver's travels of the mind's marrow:
Imagination will take you places
When you stop playing games
Stop running rat races
Put out the flames
(Dedicated to Jesus and the baker's dozen disciples)
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