(all the people, so many people...)
on the edge of my seat
my heart skipped a beat
when small paul and his badger
came to town
to wake from our slumber
their lyrics no meaning
it's just a life-feeling
it's foie de vivre;
so then, while sounds
drift through the ether
from oxen park to 2nd floor litter
allow me unfettered words:
life-feeling glows
amid hope of ember.
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