Dragged into the dance
the meadow of the Ganesh
has Cowboys circling the
Buddha tree
I keep thinking about
the poor Indians wiped out
by small pock blankets
bad whiskey dreams
Worms eating apples are
unable to ring the old bell
in fear of no trespassing signs
Harmony has taken a hike
and fallen off the hill
so is the story of Jack and Jill
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