Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I know there is a river somewhere,

can’t believe their luck this morning
lit, fragrant, golden mist, all that,
lit, fragrant, golden mist, all that,
whose irrepressible birds
whose irrepressible birds
can’t believe their luck this morning
can’t believe their luck this morning
and every morning. —Molly Brodak
and every morning.
—Molly Brodak

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