YOU CAN
The miserable designation you
indicate as happiness is just
across the ridge. You can ride
the pack-horse to it, easily.
Take no thought of charming
me - it's way past time for
any of that.
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My house is a blue ocean on a
melon-colored field; I track the
bees and bushes until they're
gone. Then I live alone for
Winter and watch the passing
of the storms and snow.
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Fairly simply life? I'd surmise
your discontent without you
even speaking, so there's no
need, really, for an answer.
-
Take your charmer's stick and
walk it to the horizon.
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