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A Snowmill

In and out of the wheel about To our drift and o’er to get By going grey and in our youth With cutbacks to heal the blow It was here and heaven- Our totallest wish And all the spoils of time Prayed for soft spaces And branches of Lynne Two hundred of Eire and a dollar But those days were few Til we vacuumed the skies And sheltered between lightnings- And hell

But the price of the Sauerteigs was heavenly sweet And we forgave the paint ball by Tin And we’ve seen it, our precious landing By the lake and its madrigal line Offering boxes and bread And skybelts of what we want While the nest of the falcons nearby And is it said, Probably not today, The crashes of hate centre along And Cathedrals had rung From the East to the seas For Jen and for Mississippi the breeze Peace raining on that open sky To the gadget into Talking madly by firelight and wishing the sun Off to the skiff and golden Pacific To the interrealm of no more alone We blessed the angels and prayed for time With our simple small country And Finland chose nectar Three cheers

I was the bird in the tower With official gate news To Rome on a freighter yet plentiful And tiny kin wrapped unto me In a leap year of feldspar To the heavens above and down here

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