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| cactus, found by the side of the round |
[chorus] or [verse] not sure
maybe you won't, maybe you might
find occasion to write
a rough draft
one finely wrought
with spiny symmetry
'bout the dreams
under your skin
sensitive and thin
anymore i'm
too old to hold them in
or it's breezy where you are
and papers won't stay put
nice imagery, like kites without strings
who knows these things?
the next day the wind is calm again
and magic is a foot
remembering
moon rise
over the rose garden
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