happy california fox oh ghost you go
forest frost footprint and squealing
vole and you a comet burning
holes in the whole of ole californee
through cold water
in a crick you splash mad as a fish
running through the
fleets of fat grackles
in the mist (morning sun is
coming sure as the…
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