By B.K.
Date: 2005 Mar 12
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When He Stops Whittling I Know Somethings Gonna Happen

This morning train refused to move
The iron bull stood its ground
Mushroom clouds billowing low
Nodding slowly winked and unwound
To show me the way to go
With a quick sky of bluebird spring
My hand in loves salute flew out
To blow you a no matter what kiss
With a big we'll figure it out grin