Every night I must give up to
the next day
Grow tired, retreat and fade away
My heart calling out for more time
...
Out of my mind
Dug her up again
Her shiny coat
Pulled tight
...
Where ever she has gone
Is there a thought of me
As she looks up, or down
From my palm the old stone
...
There I was hammering nails again
into the highway
When Marge walked up from behind
'Hey benchworm...making a fort, eh? '
...
Beyond my upper deck
Before the open bay
Large houses line wide canals
Persistent molars of a near edentulous jaw
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