Something says “Away” and I say yes. Soothing says something and I say.
So what a little wonder went astray
You are your nickel basket, you and your dime rhinoceros!
Get here, the wind calls it the wind, the fray calls it the fray
You and I can call it an evening day.
nickles are friendly buzzards on sideways the evening brow.
saintly misers basking and waiting, in a soluptude across the bend.
you and I call it a sunrise with marvels on the horizon bloomed.
sensing sweet nothings upon a moonray, wondering in a storm.