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Not To Do What You Should

There  was a day when hollow teeth and streams,
  The marrow, blood and trains of thought,
	Of night black dreams,
   Ran their course and floods did wrought,
      And changed the shores of all that seems.
         Nothing will be as it was just before,
	  The vision has spoken,
	        One small token,
Of a future fill’d with crooked faces to the core.

	The moment’s now to know,
	The summer’s bizarre snow,
	     For it will always be,
	Like it never was ever not.
	There is no way to feel sorry,
     Fate’s folding hands has always caught,
        The visions men find in their nets,
         And women standing by who stare.
On what have they possibly staked their bets?

    Now to be for sure the dream continued,
	To arouse small town vows,
              And erase semantic hows, 
    By tracing the origins of all that is rude
	To the holy water of saints
And those who believe in chromosome paints.
    The light was parted to let in the crude,
	    Let this truth be shown,
	      And forever known,
There can be nothing wrong when the rude,
		Sing their song
		 Throng,throng
       Wave their arms with strange attitude
	          Spill their milk,
	           Sit on tables,
	         Dine in stables,
	They belong with their ilk
Don’t touch these families with your wooden mood!

	      The dream abated,
      Grammar’s laws took to drum again
           The awful games you hated
   Once more began to make their stain.
	Whosoever chooses to inhale 
	   Not the air but the clouds
   Must always run from mobs and crowds.
	  And make their own fairy tale.
	

One can not cook warmth from passover wood,
	Nor, should you ever forget,
     Make love by doing what you should.

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