-as the bed- to green the fine dreams
whate'er the toil...
when the chain saws go to round beams,
expunge leaves over the brown burly!
eye the clutch hugs the clammy point
and avian eye, that winks sorely,
while timbers' laying right in the joint.
March 2005
Copyright ©2007
Kareem - Bakhtyarfar
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