Mornings are dishes, dishes,
then decisions.
But one filled-up tank of gas,
these circles of things we say
then the Maharajahs themselves
could not be this happy.
Like squirrels giddy as leaves in a breeze
(So far: We = Pharaohs = squirrels = leaves)
So tracked, there is no fairytale,
just an adventure spun for kids like us
(like ours)
lying thick on shores of lullabies
versed in waves and sighs ellipses.
_
then decisions.
But one filled-up tank of gas,
these circles of things we say
then the Maharajahs themselves
could not be this happy.
Like squirrels giddy as leaves in a breeze
(So far: We = Pharaohs = squirrels = leaves)
So tracked, there is no fairytale,
just an adventure spun for kids like us
(like ours)
lying thick on shores of lullabies
versed in waves and sighs ellipses.
_
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