I see you in the morning and I see you in the evening.
That doesn’t stop the other things.
The shorebirds and the shellfish make merry in the giant oil spill.
The fire drill bell rings and rings and rings.
Not everyone who wants to will.
I see you in the morning and I see you in the evening.
It’s back to school. And, in our district, it is time to vote.
It’s time to recognise it’s fall,
And every larder will be full.
The fuel is mystical and has to be to feed us all.
I grab the supertanker by a hawser and I pull,
And rewrite everything I ever wrote.
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