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wind howls by a hollow tree
inside sit three squirrels and tea
and for dessert a toppling cake
of creme and wild berries

the trees all stand in rows like teeth
their roots surpassing much beneath
all night their arms will groan and creak

one squirrel withdraws 
and smiles from within
if every night could have like this been

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god
tripping down heaven's stairs
to say hello
what lovely flowers are here
do we eat the tea cups too?

the rattle of a lost soul pushing his buggy outside

goes by

i lie on a matress mind perked up 

staring with eyes shut wide