Spring starts when a heartbeat's poundin' When the birds can be heard above the reckoning Carts doing some final accounting Lava flowing in Superfarmer's direction He's been gettin' reprieve from the heat in the frozen food section
Don't tell me what the poets are doing Don't tell me that they're talkin' tough Don't tell me that they're anti-social Somehow not anti social enough, all right
And porn speaks to it's splintered legions To the pink amid the withered corn stalks in them winter regions While aiming at the archetypal father He said with such broad and tentative swipes why do you even bother
Don't tell me what the poets are doing Those Himalayas of the mind Don't tell me what the poet's been doing In the long grasses over time
Don't tell me what the poets are doing On the street and the epitome of vague Don't tell me how the universe is altered When you find out how he gets paid, all right
If there's nothing more that you need now Lawn cut by bare breasted women Beach bleached towels within reach for the women Gotta make it, gotta make it by swimmin'
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Date: 6/28/2022 5:40:00 PM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 21435"L.D."----Snappy little tune, dude.
kronk---Yeah, I thought so. I sorta posted it in honor of our "Hekler."
"L.D."---Is Hekler a musician?
kronk---I dunno? He's Canadian, though.
Date: 6/29/2022 11:10:00 AM ( From Author )
From Authorid: 21435Zema Must be some copyright sort of deal. I've just recently discovered "The Tragically Hip." This is my favorite song of theirs. They are a Canadian Band.
Must be some copyright sort of deal. I've just recently discovered "The Tragically Hip." This is my favorite song of theirs. They are a Canadian Band. 
