Brass Monkey

It was since the music, charmed in key;/ there was the shutdown, massive traffic,/souls trampled underfoot./The winds they all touched, and went for,/ carried the questions, concerns, /for how all people can lie to one another./I lay up in the heights, where I am aware of apparitions,/ joined a flock of wild geese:/this game came on late in life./Armed with the knowledge /of what clothes were for,/ and the meaning of cold and heat,/I heard and sang a song/ a song to get used to

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