YOU AND A
DYNAMITE CURTSY
I am caught between a hair-lever past
and a future too dull to read. I am
stretched between two places in time
of which neither is offered as
solace or condolence, nor happiness
or mirth. Opposites attract, it is
said. And if that is so, then there
I am at once - already engaged in
disobeying the rules. My hat goes
off to no man, and nothing in time can
stop me - neither from running in
place nor winning the race.
And then you come along :
disruptive bumpkin, outlandish
rake, oafish daughter of the guy
from Mars, keeper of birds in a
barnyard of filth.
DYNAMITE CURTSY
I am caught between a hair-lever past
and a future too dull to read. I am
stretched between two places in time
of which neither is offered as
solace or condolence, nor happiness
or mirth. Opposites attract, it is
said. And if that is so, then there
I am at once - already engaged in
disobeying the rules. My hat goes
off to no man, and nothing in time can
stop me - neither from running in
place nor winning the race.
And then you come along :
disruptive bumpkin, outlandish
rake, oafish daughter of the guy
from Mars, keeper of birds in a
barnyard of filth.
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