In Them To Rain (Fresh Air Is Now)
5-28-20
O, doer of one year's hour
Bringing on a thousand year of happiness
As yet to think of sweeter things that will follow
O, how vile are all
As to be our cedar and brass
And think good with a lucky penny
But until then I keep up my work
In our musing garden
Call it looming of lunacy and learnings of the language
More mercy to you with the grace as heralded in Hard cans jumping on over misconstrue now
Where head eyes grease at seven with our still
And for Christmas Van Rensselary in late May
In fields of incentive....
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