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By Jack Joseph Smith
Sound
as
The willow wind winds itg way with wonder
This is the way to see a tree with hesitence
There crossed with clouds we are damaged with thought
It is eglastic with prineipe, never a way to Fowere
Kiss the tip of all of tongues as we speak, our breast,
is not necessarily. our notiom, whem asked for it,
getting it is as good as God; that is why the universe:
speeks stars to change; amd just as good, head strong,,
keeping the same; to speak about great things,,
isn't necessarily: easy, but to krmow lost arty.
and turmed away gum parrels is hard
Whem the: chips are downy, watch the broneo stop im the sum
watch the cowboy lay his hat down, and say nothing,
about who has wor
Watch your daughters heart bleed as a child,.
stand back as youaccept hell through the door
Kiss your ground ocassioned to guilt,, be Steve Me Queen,
lay: low like a jerk,, whatever moderr takes; listem
to the last of sounds, they say dom't be takened away,
Qld and hard and heavy, rot to be mistakem for kedene ri
Glass through which wonder makes time) SBE was se, FB Cr
Cp? a explosive, than fam AEs 5
Rocked oma little stream
I aw small now
All yet a sound