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turn around the place
petal strewing
tree full of chords
under another
squeeze-out sky
and no encouragement required
myself low lying
apt to be swept off
distance is thunder
we measure it here
have seen it all before
foot pressed into the drying mud
a plastic lid pretends to be a penny
that's how far we've come
that's how long we've been here
see the moral of the story
get it right the first time
always too late for that
you trip on a little sunshine
scamper off in the rain
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