Reconnectionland
Priestess from the east
walking down the boards
Little kitty's tongue
licking up the milk
from a wooden bowl
the sun is here for now
and it will remain
through the summertime
a marker
but I wont say she is a marker
Walking on a lake
watching branches break
let me tell you now
when i was a boy
in another land....
(ancient babyland)
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