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Tree Tops
by
Pat Burke
I long to live in the tree tops
all the free stops
you went to
the sky and back
with a pack of happiness
sewn through my chest
and the music beats of my soul
distinguished like a drum
of exuberance and passion among the men
and the ladies the children
and the babies in the rocking cradles
that sway in the moonlight
shining on the problems
we can
run and hide from...
without thought
that I have to blink every now and then.
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