slowly on a dusty trail

I walk with you so slowly that my feet are dragging in the dust of the trail.

My eyes are gritty and can hardly see

but I kept trudging toward the free landaroooo.

Then a whispie little cloud began to speak to me and asked

“What are you doing now?  Would you like to come with me?

I’ll show you where the dead live again

and let you see your wife in her fullness.

We are on our way now.

Hold on tight and don’t let go

because the mayor would like to control this

and i hope he never infiltrates.

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