And they'll hold onto that ledge by their fingerprints
And they'll judge us kindly
From on high or a distant past or quite differently
Splayed or laid out or laid up
On the lam, a turkey sandwich, waxed cloth
The rain across all sorts of terrain
A little container of potted meats shows up all over literature
Would pâté count?
I love it, I really do
August 17, 2017
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