Shufflin Blues (poem)

Shufflin moves along the streets in fall
with em uncertainty too free in fall
the stich of time flyin over hills is Sol

It all will go to rain and snow just think
some health will go with rain and snow just think
the wonder of new rumbles get to wink

The roof to bear the weight of, fate of worlds
when snow remains ponderous strain of worlds
so ripe crowned snowflakes up-swirld

Pale heat shall flex the stars and Mars this spring
water will warm and flow like wind this spring
the Lord arise to ascend from death we sing

August arrives to fry so shadows may know
what news sap rolled silent, cooling snow.





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