The mid-day rays are fun like fingers
fingers like pens of colors of friends
and Olive Willow wane
from coast to Adam's Ale
Top a dozen ships
Top two dozen bails
To have the scene.
Amount the wooden paces
abridge blue songs of loose laces
tie the sides of polar faces
confer the instruments of dreams
and all the while the wheel
of day turns down
flat still shivering colors to flee and sounds
to serve elation.
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