When the leaves grow fat
There is a lot of noise
Trumpets undress their sounds
Like confetti pouring
Rainbows of time bandits.
There is a little man
This little person defined by nothing certian
Surfing the position in the heaven
The little dipper gracing the night
The funny thing was her ace.
On the way to Mary Land
Way past Virginia
To Mount Vernon
Is there anybody on that way
To the ripe pears.
With the bite inside
It breathes with all
As love is all
There is
Love all.
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