Le-goon condenses
consumes the appetite
the cow grazes grass,
the owl hoots,
and in agony life whines.
Lone island mystifies,
age buds to spoil and decay
gay immigrants adhere to stay.
No voice is heard
but assumed on faith
the old sailors quit pilgrimage,
The home of uncertainty,
employs Nature to play,
life germinates and decays in clay.
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