lined and polished
auction in the yard
valuables for nothing
like those crisp apple mornings
a child watching at the window
brambles grow in my ears
as mother nature suggested
buried over there
you were just a papoose
addicted to junk shops
the invention of smiling
then suddenly we had opinions
about everything and could quote
the great minds of our time
what good they did you
were the better part for me
the text the lock the key
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