two sticks

outlines in the dust

outlines in the dust

thousand year winds

wrought the valley

I met two sticks crossed in the desert

and piped long with the deliverer

there, there, gather the menagerie

there, there, gather the free
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Posted: Jul 2018
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be with the spirit my friends

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