Long lost pal

My long lost pal
Serve the Parliament my hands.

Commemorate all day
And jingle away, my pal.
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Carry in bags the instruments
Of illumination,
Of magic,
Like an animal carry its cub
Grabbed by the skin
Off the back of neck.
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Sing the tales
That I poeted
Which plants in much pride,
That I too can sing along.
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Cross on the edge of the train
Where the kings know you can not smoke.
~
Touch your lips with blue glacier
I keep in the rucksack,
My long lost pal.

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At last we will climb
Over the landfills
In ecstacy
And fly in our bird suits
Off the summit
With our earplugs on.

17 June 2019