'I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn't see at all.
I'm looking up at the sky,
to find such wonderous voice.
Puzzly puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but have no choice.'
JL 1964
Friday, January 8, 2010
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