Wish you were he..e6*&

Swallows fly through hollows as weeping willows wallow
A marked intention is worth three in the hand
One in the bush is not a great place to get it
Every wish from the street seems more plausible
In time will be seen the river’s nautical
Miles come in kilos and windows were in frames
All the banal and all the mundane
Things are less complicated than first once were was
Yet all seems the same as was there once is
In season and reason your fellow man’s treason is
Forty nights and desert daze
Lead me to the promise of….
Nah…lost it

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