Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Leaving Land and Water

You're gonna love me when I'm gone,
So says the Bible of my man.

You're gonna drink up, I'm gonna drop
To a germicidal sea, so I'll saddle up!

Have you seen me this happy,
Have you ever listened

to my singing on Mondays 'neath a fire of showers?
Helluva palaver that Sunday and night---

Goodbye, salamanders, I'll be all right!

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