Black birds are pickin' the lawn, again
as once they did countless times
before me was dreamed.
Squirrels are storing their nuts for the fall.
A calico tiger stalks ducks on the lake.
God's in his heaven; the devil's in hell,
and my mind wanders in alley ways
where lamp posts light the twilight sky
and the setting sun quite never sets.
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