Ode To the Beatles' Song Stuck In My Head
Strawberry fields.
I want to go there
where giraffes in art class
form human shapes
out of vanilla candle wax.
Surreal like a Dali painting
with melting clocks
strewn over large rocks
where nothing is real,
but not so unbelievable either.
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