For he is awkward from the sky so bold,
Felt happy as a fool so long and hard,
Let poems be! Let strength win debarred,
So great is laughter, then the laugh controlled.
My laughter loves my life to trust as gold,
This sentence came tonight I can bombard,
This yard will show my very old graveyard,
In order to then read my lines, the mould.
This rock I found from skies and earth and storm
Shall feed my life, shall live a long long time,
To still be rocks that warn us for the length now.
My real bread stung by bees not giving form
Is being rocks, the sky so bold and prime,
The fields claw at fire, disallow!
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