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my toes hurt
from red hot ingots
placed upon them
and in the dirt

for moons and moons
I will go
upside down
upon the waters

for hours and hours
I will sing of daffodils
and lazy Susans
and blueberry pie

come let us climb
upon the totem pole
and down the other side
and into the ground

hooray for the birds
and flying turds
and everything
with character

for I will praise
the doggy days
when everything
is rosy poesy

but fluke!
dark clouds
are crashing
into the meadow

minute by minute
hour by hour
day by day
moon by moon