Carry-on violets stain the sun and weep cows mow the lawn
The pond a drawer field of violent carrots so Mama cannot find
Shoes bad chickens pick nose and crow but she is dead stop telling me
Why teacher she drowned our roof smiles in your white face before
                                                                                                               dawn
I think so we know your name as the big brown magic trees sing
Louder than we cry must I should tell you why history is a killing fie-
Ld and my face was your face or your son in the past century before
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Were metal fire bamboo skulls more than a tower as people like
You hang dry sleeves say hot but we make palm in gold now to break-
Fast you cannot run Papa happy he fifty-three now and worm
Is his concubine until violets grow here when first brother dining
In memory table is honour you cannot trust again I learn a new word
Is carry-on means is dead meat last time today we sing because we
                                                                                                               cannot
Write and you have no ears so you have blood eyes must not follow
                                                                                                                 us naught-
Y beat me but no don't take my photo for museums so you I know you
                                                                                                                love me