Unamed

With the winds of change blowing from the east
I wonder
What will happen to the sod that was placed
Over the head of the cod
And will it water or just burn off
The wicked way like a chocolate stream
That flows to the river bank
And crawls up and up to the shore line
to rest
and see if anyone came

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