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Brooks are hushed and squeezed tightly in rustic cans
Dogs and thugs on the leash,hunting high and low
Secret cryptic flylights in the dark nights
Tyres deflated ,spires ground razed .. arms akimbo..big sighs
Sweet yore only dust and shadows
on the collective memory stubbornly like to linger .
So run run, run so far ,hide in me as a seed
Till spring with blue birds arrive
Filling the air bright colors and tuneful lyres
My mom told me and my dad agreed
Tomorrow is for the peacemakers
Who are worth all the tea in China.