AT THE LONG BOARD INSTEAD
Where the woods end there are no trees :
It's like that now and every day is different.
Brown houses come and go but only the
poor in spirit won't allow it. Please
don't talk politics here.
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The fresh man with the dead daisy says
a garden is coming soon. I can sell him
a plot on the moon : For those who do
not see, a garden is Muni-speak for lie.
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Oh, no matter we've been here before
and must lick the boots like a supplicant.
The generals keep journals where the
guarded names are hidden. ('Step out
of line, the man come, and take you
away.)' Fleeting time is always on
its fleeting journey.
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