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the whether turns again
upon a silver sixpence

the late bus is early
like a worm catching birds

the early bus is late
like a dead dead fellow

the trains run like honey
sticky but sweet

a pigeon never shats
on your lucky hat

a crackpot maverick
reinvents the shell suit

two fat ladies
blow it all on bingo

the moon is on mute
so we read the subtitles

the sun shines my shoes
in between sleeps

& writes you a poem
on a postage stamp’s back

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