The world
is
before
us
Somewhere
between
this and
that
On the
avenue
Grooving
with
everything
that
is new
Like
rhyme
out
for the
trout
who
are
hoping
not to
be caught
By the
drum
beat
of
coconut
palms
Or was
it
concocted
Psalms?
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