good old days logic
was in catch booms
and in the smell of manure
now travels on 18 wheels
canned, tucked in crates
pulls teeth without slamming doors
kills crop, frost - buries nothing more
only if we were reprieved
the road to the arctic ocean
canned, tucked in crates
a man sized hole in the ice
small conquers, travel light
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