Winding wending never ending
our tail we clasp for fun
in hoopsnake dreams of rolling fast
into the setting sun
for Moon is who we love the most,
we band of hoopsnakes free
and to her arms we roll each eve
and we're welcomed lovingly
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Shadows of Possibility
below the shorn stumps the chemicals seep heavy metals and petroleum chemical coca cola precipitation on solvent as gravity pulls and draw...
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you were a blister an irritating sore spot where toe rubbed on shoe
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rheumy eyes and chewing cud bucolic scrawny flybitten beast raw pink wound a brand on flank seeping yellow sclera in the cold noon sun
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below the shorn stumps the chemicals seep heavy metals and petroleum chemical coca cola precipitation on solvent as gravity pulls and draw...
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