Take off your raincoat and mudcloppers
Look at the fire place tending our needs
Keep watch for the cuckoo-clock
For it hasn't any time for you either
A chipped up tabletop
Stained with rings of watery coffee cups
Holds memories like fingerprints on a mug
- twice chugged
Then galloped off with on a weary saddle
Into the cactus meadows
Under the frosting clouds
Due to melt in the staggering waves of the suns heat
A humming bird makes her home in those harsh conditions
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