Cranberry Bog
A North,
The needle asked,
But altered, just the same.
As she waded in the long pond
And watched little neck clams slip away.
(How time, will cast aside
Such simple ours)
She's still out
waiting
For A thousand crimson voices
The needle asked,
But altered, just the same.
As she waded in the long pond
And watched little neck clams slip away.
(How time, will cast aside
Such simple ours)
She's still out
waiting
For A thousand crimson voices
It all began with a Raspberry Starfish...

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