FOR THE MAN WITH
ALL THOSE KEYS
That's the last jangle you'll hear :
And the deadened marsh oasis
is not going to save you now.
There's a fire at the thorn-bush
where you're sitting.
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Slice open that orange-peel
with some new kind of knife.
Inner-riches are waiting to be
found. Light-elixir, and these
are special oranges for sure.
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I rented once a cottage by the
sea. I thought I'd have a crowd
but all that came to me were
the ocean breezes, gulls, and
sand-flies too. ('Live and learn,'
they used to say. Now they just do).
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