[One By One All Day]
"Howdy Lem," my grandfather said with his eyes closed
Wiping the eastbound dust from his sunburned brow
A life before doubt
I smell the engine grease and mince the wind is blending
under the moan of rotting elm in the silo floor
Down a hill of pine tree quills, we made our way
To the bottom and the ferns where thick moss grows
Beside a stream
Under the rocks are snails and we can fill our pockets
And let them go one by one all day in a brand new place
You were no ordinary drain on her defenses
She was no ordinary girl
Oh, Inverted World!
If every moment of our lives was cradled softly
In the hands of the strange and gentle child
I'd not roll my eyes so
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