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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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