Your conversation makes me grin, like the silent whistler in
Today I saw a thousand aborigines marching to your door,
Asking,
A lonely breed, these wandering men
I pushed and shoved
One life sparks and hum from teh fire for Iron
And funny things happen to Ida,
when little boys
Wont someone help me briar a rosy
Hedgehog and roast
Sea child and day dream crowned the old man
he
Time ordered age to destroy all that is
beautiful, in
Blow the trumpet and climb every mountain, tongues felt
silent
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