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Loog Oldman came across the Tundra
in a mixture of Moss and Moses
with a painting of pride and poses
Hoisted his wage
To trick old age
Went home to a penniless pint
Ain't no small amount to allow
An even obsession
A dangling digression
Counted and caucused conversation
Two knightly Stalwarts riding
Flinging flints of orange rinds
And spitting the wind,
A leathery shadow
A scratched pommel
Unmanned saddle
Unheard hoofs
Unforested trees
With unforested leaves
And unsheltered roofs
A hobo's hand shake on steel
Track earth quake chug long
Mountains to desert abound
Asking between steam
Have you seen all your dreams
Is your fountain yet to be found?
in a mixture of Moss and Moses
with a painting of pride and poses
Hoisted his wage
To trick old age
Went home to a penniless pint
Ain't no small amount to allow
An even obsession
A dangling digression
Counted and caucused conversation
Two knightly Stalwarts riding
Flinging flints of orange rinds
And spitting the wind,
A leathery shadow
A scratched pommel
Unmanned saddle
Unheard hoofs
Unforested trees
With unforested leaves
And unsheltered roofs
A hobo's hand shake on steel
Track earth quake chug long
Mountains to desert abound
Asking between steam
Have you seen all your dreams
Is your fountain yet to be found?