Parading

I took to the thicket at dawn

not knowing where I was from the man in the moon
not knowing where I was from the man in the moon
not knowing where I was from the man in the moon
there were trees with so much shade
there were trees with so much shade
you shivered
you shivered
like someone chiseling the year in a graveyard —Frank Stanford
like someone chiseling the year in a graveyard
—Frank Stanford

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