A dog barked at the sun
So we all got down on all-fours
And started barking back
An ant got into an epic of trouble
And wrote a beautiful bestseller about it
And then turned it into a rap opera
Three letters came to the box
But only one got opened
A sale on the trapeze I wanted
The galleries were barely full
Of heavy clouds come to see
The Eucharist carried in again
A single figure crossing the street
Which any of us could have been
Catching the last of the sun
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