The golden octopus

Contemplates the cosmos

Dances with the tentacles of time

As the ultimate trip

To be a living thing

In the time of technology

Permeates our souls with wonder

Life moves slowly

A the crustaceans crawl

These crabby types

At war with the world

But the star of the show

Is the glittering splendor

Of love unconditional

The blooming flower

Grown out of the toil

We undertake to make

Ourselves lovable

Be proud of your love

The golden octopus approves

And never will you say

I loved too much

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