1844 or Something
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(4:50AM: Go Fishing)
We set out in the spring
With a trunk full of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is
WE CUT DOWN SOME SOME TREES
AND TRAILED OUR IDEALS
THROUGH THE FOREST GLADES
We dammed up the stream
And the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we'd made
We held hands and we
exchanged bands
And we
practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat.
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled him down
In the grandfather bed while I wrote
And we grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town!
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around!
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day
Then the leaves all fell down
The crops all turned brown
It was over
As the first snowflakes fell
I realized all was not well in the camp
THE KIDS CAUGHT BRONCHITIS
THE SPACE HEATER RAN OUT OF DIESEL
ONE WEEKEND, YOUR FRIEND FROM THE EAST, ROT HIS SOUL, STOLE YOUR HEART
I said, "FUCK IT THEN"
"TAKE THE KIDS BACK TO TOWN"
"MAYBE I'LL SEE YOU AROUND"
AND SO LEAVING ALL OUR HOPES AND DREAMS
TO THE WIND, AND THE RAIN
Taking only our stash, we left our litter and trash
And set out
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
We set out in the spring
With a trunk full of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is
WE CUT DOWN SOME SOME TREES
AND TRAILED OUR IDEALS
THROUGH THE FOREST GLADES
We dammed up the stream
And the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we'd made
We held hands and we
exchanged bands
And we
practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat.
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled him down
In the grandfather bed while I wrote
And we grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town!
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around!
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day
Then the leaves all fell down
The crops all turned brown
It was over
As the first snowflakes fell
I realized all was not well in the camp
THE KIDS CAUGHT BRONCHITIS
THE SPACE HEATER RAN OUT OF DIESEL
ONE WEEKEND, YOUR FRIEND FROM THE EAST, ROT HIS SOUL, STOLE YOUR HEART
I said, "FUCK IT THEN"
"TAKE THE KIDS BACK TO TOWN"
"MAYBE I'LL SEE YOU AROUND"
AND SO LEAVING ALL OUR HOPES AND DREAMS
TO THE WIND, AND THE RAIN
Taking only our stash, we left our litter and trash
And set out
ON THE ROAD AGAIN
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