It Goes Swimmingly

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A cactus dares the wrens it slows
And this is always how it goes
In daylong hallways dark and damp
On nightly missions for the bells

Lifted by dog’s dripping nose
Yes, this is always how it goes
To voice the glue or wrong the stamp
To play with pipes on beachfront swells
A cactus dares the wrens it slows
Again, you ask, how does it go?

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