{For all the Tulips and Roses in the World, palpable and immaterial}
I look up and crumble
Look down then, think
I would if I weren't stuck
Mud is fertilizer
An so is Shakespeare
Mud can be dry, wet
Ergo, I am mud
Stop flinging, start singing
Pick up your sticks and play
Come away, come away
Land down with a thud
Back to mud, dreaming stars
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