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Fri Dec-03-04 08:57 AM
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Saint Stephen with a rose |
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Edited on Fri Dec-03-04 08:58 AM by ET Awful
In and out of the garden he goes Country garland in the wind and the rain Wherever he goes the people all complain
Stephen prospered in his time Well he may and he may decline Did it matter? does it now? Stephen would answer if he only knew how
Wishing well with a golden bell Bucket hanging clear to hell Hell halfway twixt now and then Stephen fill it up and lower down And lower down again
Lady finger dipped in moonlight Writing `what for?' across the morning sky Sunlight splatters dawn with answers Darkness shrugs and bids the day goodbye
Speeding arrow, sharp and narrow, What a lot of fleeting matters you have spurned Several seasons with their treasons Wrap the babe in scarlet covers call it your own
Did he doubt or did he try? Answers aplenty in the bye and bye Talk about your plenty, talk about your ills One man gathers what another man spills
Saint Stephen will remain All he's lost he shall regain Seashore washed by the suds and the foam Been here so long he's got to calling it home
Fortune comes a crawlin, Calliope woman Spinning that curious sense of your own Can you answer? Yes I can, but what would be the answer to the answer man?
High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops around the twining shafts of lavender, they're crawling to the sun
Underfoot the ground is patched with climbing arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita, stark and shiny in the breeze
Wonder who will water all the children of the garden when they sigh about the barren lack of rain and droop so hungry 'neath the sky...
William Tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch no furthermore or it may require a change that hasn't come before
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Fri Dec-03-04 09:08 AM
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2. No more time to tell how |
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This is the season of what Now is the time of returning With thought jewels polished and gleaming
Now is the time past believing The child has relinquished the reign Now is the test of the boomerang Tossed in the night of redeeming
Eight sided whispering hallelujah hatrack Seven faced marble eye transitory dream doll six proud walkers on jinglebell rainbow Five men writing in fingers of gold Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale Three girls wait in a foreign dominion Ride in the whale belly Fade away in moonlight Sink beneath the waters to the coral sand below Now is the time of returning
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