my subtle earthquake
bright light and held tight
piers over calm calm
soft whispering of sand sand
cold hand in hand
the roof needs fixin'
says the rain to hire men
ants on dropped candy
gray skies, you old dog,
rheumy eyes and sooty coat
cloud breather, play dead
don't resist the knife
little tongue red sun balloon
a grilled cheese sammich
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