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"Will she make me laugh?" I asked face to the darkened sky what I suppose I should inquire is "will she make me cry?" in a sort of flying hope I look for what is whole she has the eyes I see at night she has half of my soul angelic something, I don't know holding me some day a requiem for loneliness a beautiful decay looking slowly for tomorrow she is there it seems to dance on my horizon to love me in my dreams

For when was the wishy nigh? who found it there amongst the leaves and why did it see my heavy sigh and why then, did it sneeze? And fish do fly and birds do swim and labored hens do burdens bring for I can eat your every whim and from the top of pie, I sing and in amazing twilight noon when all the rocks have died I'll eat your kisses with a spoon and wait till they have dried and in the weirdest silent way a frog chirps its little tune it keeps the nightest sounds at bay and swallows up the moon when in the right-lit fantasy there comes the eldest star there is a life in ecstasy and a newness not too far a