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here we go

green sleeves & ice blue sky
this day came without warning
warped into morning
for nothing no crying display

like squirrels on tuesday
you came on without warning
bells ringing like seashells
jam-soaked in the dawning

but what
could ever possibly
to your wallaby tears
at the joy of a new calling

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