Gobbling for Gobbledygook
Swallowing songs
Help the hungry bluebirds sing
Gulping gasps of air
With nothing there but Spring
Time faeries with magic wands
Go backwards to bury treasure
Into the grey matter of my brain
Where poems are locked up like gold
Only later to be discovered
At the end of rainbows
They go
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