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In Lyric Not Help Love

When lyric is not a groovy drama the minds’ leads ail, and strain stepped-settle over paths strive by darkness or hells oh heart so gone At dawn, by the shines sun In any target’s time ... infeasible the crowds seeking able being peace for dewy from sorrow, oh vipers in over motion, At sudden appeared by the paths — and upper deeply notions feel ill by idle jealous being-while at cycles of happier birds flies ... Or fauna gauges wind around. When lyric is not a drama the minds are trail empty, crowds at emotive offs ahead draft and tour recklessly begrime, and idlers bull dogs standing up —of course Overly in brittle then! –so, men Thou roar grin cans, at joy and safe.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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