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Woe pt. I: Seasons Parade
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Extended Poetry Pt. I: Seasons Parade
Oh, woe the river flows that never gets a rest
And takes a breather to relax its heavy hips
Current always flows
Current always woes every single critter to sleep
Inside the forest labrynths
Inching on to cover more ground
Oh, the summer color
Caught inside the nets
That drag up all the foolish fish
That fell for it
That never sniffled out the traps
Oh, woe the world down
Down the drain and down to sleep
To call the night smooth winter
The day a rugged summer
Seasons parade out the day
That rots like armpits
Feelings burst like balloons
Filled with feelium
To the brim
To the brow of the highest mountain
Dog smiles drool down its fuzzy mouth
All is mold all is clay
That hasn't seen the light of day
Hasn't seen the fingers pressed between its chubby hips
To create and mold
Curl up a grin
Curl up a nap
Oh, woe the climbing cheeks
On your open face
Oh, tongue of mine,
The sharpest tool
That dug into the ground
To remove the roots
And bury down the seeds
Like the card trick players
Shuffle every card so careful
A tisket a tasket
To fool your eyes
To trick your clever smile
Oh, woe the sucker in the trap
Of seasons parade down the street
Oh, woe the humans
But lost in its clutch
Time is a grasp, a trap
Gripping ever so tight
To every season
To someday cause an end
And let the next roll in
Oh, woe the marching sands
That march in parade
To catch another victim's smile
WIth the drip of a kiss
And the wink of an eye
Boredom by
