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Niceswamp

I like the swamp on the southshore, o yes I do

icy winter, bloomy spring, steamy summer

but mostly I like it in the fall

when it is unbelievably, painfully, beautiful-bright

In the morning, when I jog

I recognize

a trashy throws old boards

near the swamp (you'll NEVER see it in the northshor, o no you wouldn't

but I’m not angry! no I’m not

I still like you, trashy

and I still like the swamp, even if a little trashy

Keep jogging

I meet a hunter

knowing how important is

to be friendly to hunters, I beg

hey hunter, may you be careful

I’m not a duck

and will you please be so nice

to let me survive

the swamp

Then

going deeper, down

into the heart

of the swamp

I realize

I may better

be friendly

also to god

hey, brother, I say

will you be so nice

to say a word

to some unbelievably, painfully beautifully-bright

girl I met

wana her joinin me here near the swamp god

yes I do god, o yes I do