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once swam the murky abyss of a filthy bayou
like Atreyu this books about you and the charming
roar of Aslan’s golden meddles of golden peddles
where purple streaked lilies line your feet as stars fall to rise
and conquer earths core all conceived and contrived
to give birth to cunning and baffling war waging beast
back to back facing north and east all matters are trivial
once one has drifted distance from the realm of reality
learning to swim in the deep and wide open waters of the sky
still sitting in the rubble of my troubled world of pesky flies
fighting a losing battle still they try till they die to swim again
never ending the story of non ferocious lions and yellow brick roads
