Who spun catastrophe
On its head? the giraffes
Eating graffiti trees, said
The flying saucer, but the
Slingshot brain of feathers
From the moon sang,

Never mind, never mind,
A florid mind
As simple as the stars,
Never mind, never mind,

A brevity nonetheless exceeds,
Spills over into the heart

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