PUTTIN' MY
THINGS AWAY
Archangels abound, but I'm
running aground. My Father
Pete disguise isn't working
at all, and all people seem
to want is Extreme Unction
or Last Rites. What a racket!
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There's a swelling behind my ear -
it's enhanced my hearing, and now
I can hear butterflies sing, and
woodpeckers talk, every sort
of thing, like that and more.
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Just some wonderful derivations :
I'm no longer impatient for anything
at all, sit back and wait a lot, and -
really, really really - I just can't
wait for this globe to heat up
again. It's all so filled
with new promise.
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