they came these things
these cold wet white things
they never drink
they never know
these cold wet white things
with the small spot of blue
next to both of their faces

jump
jump upon the white thing
carry together our brown sleep

some were hurt
some want first to sing
some draw better
these six red over much

myself
I ran today
clean as always
first once round them
then jump
jump upon the white thing
with the small spot of blue
walk again
think and their laugh always tells
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