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Posted by kristina on 3/12/2006, 1:14 pm, in reply to "Re: Floating World Lyrics" Sprinkled in the hope instead the earth skin craking long ago, when it all began cut away for coins. cut away to the buried..."
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Yesterday, the land went dry.
I sprinkled ash of my neighbor's urn
Over the yard.
that should i cut out
a pie wedge
i would find the gold
buried in the ground
between the grass and growth
and a great wind, mor ask,
slivers of the ground burning in the eyes
of ones, who standing there...
the dog would dig the ground
and whisper, "master, come to the garden.
by your hand to the spade, cut away behind your house.
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