Dream Song 13: God bless Henry

 God bless Henry.
 He lived like a rat,
with a thatch of hair on his head
in the beginning.

Henry was not a coward.
 Much.

He never deserted anything; instead
he stuck, when things like pity were thinning.


So may be Henry was a human being.

Let's investigate that.

.
.
.
 We did; okay.

He is a human American man.

That's true.
 My lass is braking.

My brass is aching.
 Come & diminish me, & map my way.


God's Henry's enemy.
 We're in business .
.
.
 Why,
what business must be clear.

A cornering.

I couldn't feel more like it.
 —Mr.
 Bones,
as I look on the saffron sky,
you strikes me as ornery.

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