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elephant
sky
by
john o'keefe
In
a musty old garden,
where elephants grow
Where
the things that you look for,
are things that you know
To
answer the questions
that many more have
To
hide from the future,
and live in the past.
In
that musty old garden,
where elephants grow
The
people are hollow,
and the future not known
Where
many have lived,
and many have died
We
call this garden,
elephant sky.
In
a musty old garden,
where elephants grow
Where
no one is cared for,
and nobody knows
Where
the hearts are quit empty,
and the heads are quit full.
where
truth is not needed,
yet spoken of still
in
the musty old garden,
where elephants grow,
it
has all you can think of,
and things you don't know
like
green plastic plants,
that reach ever so high
the
empty emotions of,
elephant sky
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