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This is your mind
this is your mind on toast
this is your toast
this is your toast on my mind.My Pickle
…may my pickle stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may it be wrong
for whenever gherkins are green they are not youngand may my sweet and sour do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than pickle-juicey
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one bite.A Short Break in the Woods While it Snows
I think I know who owns these woods.
He lives in town.
He would not like it for me to pause here
To watch the snow fall.My horse knows it is odd
To stop here on a whim.
He would like to get home.Hey! These woods go far!
There is not a soul here but me!
And the light is dim, at best!I have said that I will do things.
It will take me some time to get there.
Good grief! I still have a long way to go.
I should move on.This is one of mine……..its called ladders and sausages
Up the ladder i went today
saw the sky, hey,hey
feet on the rungs holding tight
felt so hungry ready for a biteI wondered then what was for tea
maybe beef or lamb
but sausages on a plate for me
oh well tomorrow is another day.One I remember appparently anonymous
Etiquette
I eat my peas with honey
I’ve done it all my life
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife
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