Stations of the Day
Sometimes at night I think I hear an owl
Look what else he did. He did tons of stuff
The preying mantis attacks a hummingbird
On wiener day you can use a capital
If you're talking about Vienna
It's calm now. We should look for the knife
They're the bats of noon
They'll defend their hole with their lives
Centuries of June. What does that even mean? Who cares
My head's full of stuff I can't do
Dorothy leaves of her own accord
Light narrows down the long hall of day
Thank God you've still got that, eh?
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