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(No Water At War)

Of the place I became Which was sundown in Iowa And everything happened Hey her they them he I we everyone Everyone ran for the invega Except get lost Ranbaxy I am thirty degrees in distress There were chemical wars And problems downtown East Afghanistan heard Norway And there was sudden peace Everyone sat praying Birds flew in overdrive And the chutney I made In Sweden Also prayed for Doug Hall Who saved thirty thousand lives Without daring to ask why Because, sir I am guilty of Norway And its vast birch wealth That retained water and weariness And used up most of the smoke That came from the rune I found at my side

More, more, more Playing with diesel was the getaway car Except it went nowhere But to soviet ruin So I prayed for the Finns They too knew what was wrong -it was yesteryear -my phone was still working -I am still in existence for sweating at noon

So I gardened And prayed for wet rain Then shadows came And lucifer disappeared

Amanda is here I put on my clothes And stopped absconding to war The gun was retired For many doorknobs at arc (These were made in Afghanistan) And poppies flew Never again