A Rooster In The Garden
Sundin Richards

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Torqued in the
���� folds of a city
I�m happy with my
���� little family
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The cat asleep
���� on the bright
table content as
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Month of Sundays
���� born lucky
in a silver
���� endowment
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All roads are perfect
���� as long as the cash
holds out we attend
���� ourselves with errantry
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Old ruffians get
���� new clothes
slower hope than
���� traffic allows
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Here with my smog
���� and ruin
the bride wakes up
���� singing

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