kevin casey - Poet train

chuff and puff, the wind and whatever,
you thinK
you are slain
for pover means green something
toillet green
and toil
means waste time putting greens some where
the lacking and the looking at what has been done
may a merry face that hides forlon
comes to you dearest far away
you know by the air those
physics by which has no rule anything can change by adding or subtractinG

kevin casey

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