I, of wicked deeds, snarling mouth,
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Wandered away. Wandered by.
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I passed your house, had seen a mountain.
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The riches. A metal taste in my mouth for
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The riches. Asked a question, took the dog
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To the yard, and where he snarled
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I dug, pulling out the bites of snakes!
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And slugs and bugs and slugs and bugs
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And slugs and blah!
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I dug, pulling out the broken rake.
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Tar, shingles, knives with duller blades.
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I took the wood,
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Split it into two,
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Made a bed for him.
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Laid it in a line.
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I dug, I rubbed,
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A spark! A flame!
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A sun born, waiting for the body.
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Turn the embers, glowing.
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And I could feel the eyes that hang
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Above the fence,
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Between the cracks.
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The knowledge of the death, the death,
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Uncovered where I buried it.
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But he just kept pulling it out...
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Hanasakajijii (One: The Angry Neighbor)
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Anathallo |