Popped synth poppies in
restroom at dance; I was odd
man out, often am
Got home and chopped wood,
carried water; also fed the
water buffalo
A friend came by with
grass; I pulled anchor and sailed
for inner India
I took a stroll; ghosts
don't stare if you examine
trees or sing love songs
Tonight's moon is bright
as morning sun: almost like
a bride at wedding
My old Swede grandma
took a trip to China; she
never told me much
Saplings rhyme with wolves
wolves with mosses; mosses grow on
titans and bird-song
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