(from 1991)
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Where white is black
and dark is light
it’s hard to remember
that day is night,
and skies are orange
and trees grow red
and mirrors reflect
the words unsaid.
Where apples are pickles
and lemons taste sweet
we wear shoes on our hands
and play bridge with our feet,
and left becomes right
and the right is all wrong
and giants fall down
and the weak become strong.
Where fantasy’s real
and living’s a dream
time travels backward,
things aren’t what they seem,
and when we dance frigid
in vacuous space
cold shoulders are really
a fiery embrace.
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(c) 1991, 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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(Written back when most of us had cameras that still used film – which had to be developed from negative into “positive”. Does anyone do that anymore? Nostalgia strikes again…..)
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