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notes towards 
an Ode to Joy
on the general greatness of things 
or 
the
birds are a passing song 
after the Sunday scoob
run away
run away
be magic with the moment there 
and picnic 
just yourself 
we all 
find a voice in conversation 
cute 
excited 
RUB
like a little wooden bridge 
time cast over, birdsong 
often the lesson is hard 
and the on-with day 
for us too 
habits you’ll think 
from nowhere form you
best marvel!
a little raggedy we like the real 
made up as we go along 
wordless
and wonder 
at the wordlessness
been down in the rain 
and saw it 
gently for us 
and run away
nice tall ironbark 
get the phrase right 
lolling in the bath  
at our most private edge 
the demons wrestle me again 
who invited them?
put all your toys away 
then you’ll know where to find them 
 
how the raggedly find themselves
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