four to start, a pretend bout, in the ring, where you are just practicing. punches light, though still delight, this session is just to train. last three go together, in a streak, as an example, for a winning sports team, as they win more than one back-to-back. add them together, a small little songbird, who’s been with humanity since the Stone Age.

I'm from the old times when we all used to be one Today we're many and keep distancing from each other What I become endure the invisible lines all over me

The ancients used it to battle at a distance. It is how the sophisticated catch the olive in their martini. Append mint, and you may taste it first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

I drift where clouds and birds might play, a skyborne craft that floats all day. Not a plane, nor quite a blimp, my shadow moves without a limp.

A long time ago a nymph from cocytus and Hades shared a fleeting love, much to the disamay of his wife. In a fit of jealous anger Persephone turned the heathen into a plant. That plant still enamours men to this day with its FRESH taste and aroma.