It's not location
But availability
That sells the soul
How many is it now
It's not association
Of thoughts but your thoughts
Driven before you
It's not the shepherd
But the dog who gets
Them to the pasture
Can you feel my will
In these words linking up
With yours as you read them
As we come to a grassy field
It could be the first spring days
When thoughts are creeks and flowers
This will that carries us along
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