Poem Two
Talking to God and angels
The earth is my trolley
Says God
On it I have my food
On it I have my water
On it I have my grapes
On it I have my list
Now Now angels
Why is my trolley
Not going around
I gave you muscles
To build a track
That fits my wheels
Talking to God and angels
The earth is my trolley
Says God
On it I have my food
On it I have my water
On it I have my grapes
On it I have my list
Now Now angels
Why is my trolley
Not going around
I gave you muscles
To build a track
That fits my wheels
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