Tiny Tim, he wore
no wig, he bathed
in a pond of spare
parts.
If wind whistles,
are there lips,
is there a head
for nature's
rustlers.
Come, O crippled cowboys,
Come O ranch-style Sally,
for the earth-monster
is diving
in the valley.
Earth
tender ugly
mean
full of weird machines
dawn broken record
fungus
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Irrony Observes The Earthing.