It's misty cold and damp
Almost Bayou like tonight
Out here on Fourth Neck
The trees so articulate and
Promiscuous in their growth
They've overreached the normal
Bounds of time and space
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Though we journey to the West We pray to the East More or less that's the way Each day begins and ends It’s a tale everyone ...
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