Things have just started to settle after the shake up
reassigning, realigning for a new month
Seasonal distractions just weren’t enough
Let’s reap those winter buds
a spring as sprung
And it seems likely that we’ll all get together once
As soon as one gets cut from it’s former stuff
we circle above like some vulture doves
But won’t say word one until we’re stoned enough
The intention or the action I can’t tell which is love
And it seems to me that the difference isn’t clear

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