ARRANGEMENTS
Take my side for once, see it this
way : The sound you hear is just
another supposition, arranged in
latitudes of propositions as to be
agreeable to you. That's the
dastardly battle of the lives
we all lead. Where to go, and
how best to get there?
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Simian? Based on primitive
poses, cataloguing stolen places?
In the Springtime, when the old
wives first open up the back entries
to their ancient kitchens and larders,
the scent is of a musty freedom.
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The fresh air rushes in and they start
thinking of their men again, hard at
work on the nearby fields. It's like a
dream to be memorized anew - never
forget it, for it will soon fade. Grab it
tight. Pull it back to Milkwood again.
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