The dandelions seeds have blown away
And found a resting spot upon the earth
From which many new plants will grow today
This nat'ral wanton way of giving birth
The doe has found herself a perfect mate
Before the season turned to cold and dry
They have fulfilled their natural born fate
Without attempts to be funny or wry
When Nature calls to the wandering beast
It uses not its brain to reproduce
Instinct's followed 'til its life has ceased
Because it finds its brain is of no use
Yes Love is such an easy thing to find
If th'heart is used instead of just the mind
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