More in Release the Hounds
love in a place without flowers
You tell me clouds are falling, and
your head is hatless hopeless bald
I sell you bawling ferrets and
you say that they're too tall
but here in dreamland
you understand
every door to my heart's a wall.
I rhyme at you: Your sun is showing and
your skirt's black lines are glowing --
You buy my toes for nickels and
you say so dill they taste like pickles
but here in dreamland
i understand
every wall round your soul's all-knowing.
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