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Wind out of Oklahoma this morning
Smelled like blood and smoke
And the crows discuss their future in the
Branches of their Louisiana live oak
The limbs are strong and heavy
And it's leaves are all aglow
And the branches brush the upper air
But the roots reach down to where the bad people go
And what will I do with you?
Pink and blue
True gold
Nine days old
Nice new clothes on you
And old cardboard produce box for a cradle
I mashed some bananas in a coffee cup
And I fed you there at the kitchen table
Crows outside complaining about the
Finer points of local politics
Strange wind all full of new smells
Rust and fur and reception sticks
And what will I do with you?
Pink and blue
True gold
Nine days old
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