I could have
said what I said differently
Eons of
years ago
Questions
could have been answers
Eons of
years ago
tongue mirrored
through the lenses
Words within
their fences
teeth not
shown voice not blown
Eons of
years ago
I could have
done what I did differently
Eons of
years ago
Work could
have made my penny’s worth
Eons of
years ago
Casting a spell
for the magic hell
Eating blood
and drinking flesh
In the
brownie mud still so fresh
My acts
could have been different
Eons of
years ago
There is now no time in the open rhyme
Twins they
are when
overlooked is a hollow crime since
Eons of years ago
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