Here beneath the sea,
a slurping elephant
you will spy
gliding like a shadow
a basket of cloaks
a calliope wagon
turvey topped
wobble maced
ponderouslywheezing
stumbling across
tin parquet
so be woven
rugs of aluminium
On yonder, shake the buttons
on play, on street
the dance of porcupines
still fall
three long years of
cold ice melting
hovering in.
only in an onion
crisp and sweet.
So neat.
Pony ride'em pony
paint'em
indigo with
carnations
glitter on the clops.
Hammer bell, clear and silver
clatter moss and timber
a hedge of buttercup
daunting
shivering
pizza, factory the fizzy
straw the
toad sundance
Machino moonshine
gotta wigwam gotta
Jonny Box
gotta vroom on.
Round the straw bales
three grand rows of
spice a broad
rattle of the rails
thunder on the plain
the heavy stones,
vibrating, lifting up
knocking spokes,
tumbling up
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