somewhere in the space between the miles
that seem to stretch at times
twist into rhymes and skipalong faster
in their own sweet meter -- a feeder
pattern of expressions and lessons and
carols that werewolves and watermelons
can't scare away because who's got
wild horses for that mix with their
antics unseemly and heads in the
oats -- boat's sailed on that metaphor
and the storage unit's full so let's
pull our weight and let the gravity
prevail
that seem to stretch at times
twist into rhymes and skipalong faster
in their own sweet meter -- a feeder
pattern of expressions and lessons and
carols that werewolves and watermelons
can't scare away because who's got
wild horses for that mix with their
antics unseemly and heads in the
oats -- boat's sailed on that metaphor
and the storage unit's full so let's
pull our weight and let the gravity
prevail
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