As I lay in bed resting my youth,
I hear the walls crackling around,
Escaped seconds are profound,
Mark Twain saved me a minute;
My rooms falls on the yard,
Nearby the trees bruits growing,
The hard wind beats by milliards,
Mark Twain our houses are alike,
Should a flood descend on land…
I’ve been prepared for … an ocean,
My house shall be my ship!
RAY BLAZE
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