22 April, 2013

Spring in March

Aloysius Graham

Every puzzle fits
Every cent is in the bowl
Yesterday the bitter cold hit my face
So I wrapped myself in black
I fell into a hole
But the King is gone! The King is gone!
Today I woke up on a trampoline
And fell in line
Behind the dancing crowd
And the leaves are green
So my body flows freely
And the music buzzes my ears

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