A Mare For Kin
Each child needs time to stand
To make his connection
Riding on back to Medusa
Making faces I gave to you.
If you are eating your chips
You are wasting trouble
Remember counting is going backwards -
Don't look at me like that.
One for you - he has one.
You two work it out.
If you toast the Egyptians,
You meet all powers.
Our men are weary tired,
I am the only doctor now.
I must cut away the lungs,
And place them in mind.
As they will need air,
I will bring juice
They will not eat until they
Show they have earned it.
When these men realize
I sell no insurance,
No train stops for them.
They become Conductor.
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