after all

 

after all the icky tune rubber crunch and the kids throng

and all the wholly living sudden under drooping lamps

laughs high above the maiden tears on the howly perch

this your ready your hop along stave off

after it’s the inching moon cup of lunch and the lids long

and shutting all the whole harvest

woke in vert wet this your come get ready your stippling cane

oh after all I’ll ask why I ask why and he said

chancel mellifluent mob after all this glow and he said

acolyte mezzanine thatch after all this glow and he said

thunders what went and the blanched and the winning all coz

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