The rusty wheel.
The garden spring.
The rotting sleepers.
The Woolsey decay’s.
Of beetles and earwig’s.
There is empty sky.
There is empty land.
Like a Hippos paddling pool.
The houses of the soft.
The sheds of the holy.
The pylons over head.
Drip like honeydew.
The ants scuttle in circles.
Rectangles and oblongs.
There is empty sky.
There is empty land.
Rain has made it wet.
Like a Hippos paddling pool.
The highway mice chortle.
The highway mice skree.
Millet and bread.
Like gymnastic geese.
There is empty sky.
There is empty land.
Rain has made it wet.
Like a Hippos paddling pool.
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