Midas Conniption
So do you
swallow, adapted
to aerial feeding,
feel that everywhere,
except in Antarctica,
If you just looked,
above the trees and
turning your tiny
neck.
The revolving
wind, the door
painted chestnut
or old oak,
of all the tweets
you might have
tweeted, do tweet
of course, only
when you are
stationary,
do you through
some kind of.
dizzy, instinctive.
wild eyed,
consequence,
As it were,
seem to know?
I the know penguins
seem to.
Peace!
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