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before this night became song
I quarreled with the barreled
dark took youth to task brought
hark to worry sold the tune of
death as so many lyrics that went
the songward way before this
night became song I quarreled
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More than water, I have faith in
the sweat of
Treebark in the foot of the mountain’s
burrow more
Than the lick of an aguing folksong I
have faith in
The grass of worry, the team of point
less clemencies
aguing … did you mean arguing? A combative folk song?
aguing as in ague-ing: coined as I wrote; semantics will vary depending on time of day 🙂 a combative folk-song? why not?