A Trustworthy Thief Goes Stealing
reaching yet not holding, being and touching without a feeling
upon the folding seas, in fleeting flickers and with fingers short
or very long, I appear regularly in movies and am sung of in many
songs, by me are colours altered as I fall upon the world without
a sound, and when Ii stand.! on grass earth or sand, it is for none
to bid me no! or move me from my ground, at other times when I
arrive I will take up a good half of everything that goes right round,
yet as it was i the days of yore, and as it will be in the coming days
galore, when you search me will nothing be found!
Joe Maverick
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