He Found The Ford Poem by Pierre Rausch

- Important message -
Voting is common
Plaster had flaked away
A description of the new
Reaching the outskirts
What else have I said
The horoscope in the envelope
No less so when
And she keeps him on
The greatest curtain call ever
Within the security patrol
It was there that it was
Right within
And he could get it
Tambourine saccharine
Developed to drive
The riverbank above
Their favored agents
There suspicion about urban myth
So she left it there
Drag about it later
That way it was won
When you speak with tongues
You never did
She felt her way round
And the living deserves
Had recently come under
Turned around and saw