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Wunce
We're just one of the few
One of the odd
One of the strange
One of the proud
No more one by one
We're not one of the one by one
Count the latter steps
They add and add and add...
One is more and more again
We're one in a million
Mustered to two in a million
A hole in one wall of bricks
Two peas in a pod of peas
Is that what they say?
Is that what they think?
We muster up to more
More than a million people
Placing their blank judgement
Placing their cold shoulders on our backs
We're more than one
You, my one and only
As beekeepers creep upon the nest
So I creep upon you
And kiss your soothing neck
I dug the hole of life solo
Until you giggled by
I sat inside the old caboose
Red and swollen with paint
As the train zoomed on and on and on...
Zooming by without a passion to behold
No spare tire left to spare
You, my one and only
My one my two my three
My everything
The screw curls down deep
Descends into the wood's tender meat
To hold the lumber down
To hold the fort down
To hold us in the cavity of life
Digging on and on and on...
To someday hit the other side
We'll end up in China
Meet the maker of it all
Be sure to shake his hand
In hopes he doesn't shake his head
The screw turns on
Muscles into the weight of us
Elevating down
The sun was suspended
By the garden of light
Descending on the bashful seas
To give it such a glow
Suspended like a peach
On a frail little branch
I felt you in the fruit, my love,
My love, though, vaster than its garden
Oh, my love, of every little hole
And every sunset
And every train that's late,
Through every crowd to calculate
You'll forever be mine,
You, my one and only…
