Love Is
Love is, love is, love is,
Love is a dog and love is a cat,
Love is a star and love is a hat,
Love is a this and love is a that.
Love is, love is, love is,
This old world spins,
Like a pair of twins:
One saints while the other sins.
Love is, love is, love is,
The fool writes of love,
Of the gentle turtle-dove,
Or angels from above.
Is love, is love, is love.
Ancestry is love as well,
And descendancy into hell,
From whence the fools fell.
Is love, is love, is love.
Is love what can be wrote?
Is love what can be smote?
Is love what rows the boat?
Map Of Michigan
When traveling through the Midwest
You may perchance to see
Two fellows meet, share greetings,
Point to their hands,
Then part ways naturally.
What you have just witnessed
Is not some secret society salutation,
But just two travelers in wordless whimsy,
Answering the question,
"Where're ya headin'?" or "Where're ya from?".
If this still seems a mystery, a big fat sham,
Then you're plainly not from Michigan,
Or you'd already understand
For the common greeting in Michigan
Is to point to one's raised hand.
Left hand is the Lower Peninsula,
Right hand is the U. P.,
Unless your guest has gotten bolder
And begun to look over your shoulder,
Whereupon you switch your hands you see.
At any rate, with this map
Any city can be found.
Just hold your hand up for all to view
And point to a hangnail or hair or knuckle
And declare the name of your town.
The Sault's at the tip of one middle finger,
Macinaw City is at the other
And your thumbs imply,
In their own way,
Sandusky and Copper Harbor.
Detroit is the flesh at the base of the thumb,
Traverse City is on the little
And Lansing sits still
Up on a hill
Made from the bone in the middle
There are even those who can,
Through wrinkles, show the way,
With highways etched from sunrise to sunset,
Big veins stetched from the south to the north,
And moles marking safe spots to stay.
So it's not uncommon, when Michiganders meet,
To point to some digital feature or other.
And understand that when two lovers hold hands,
Paradise and Hell have embraced
And two Nirvanas have found one another.
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