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Mud
When sand is wet it is not sand,
Making pies layer in my hand,
Layer on the weight of playing God,
Of playing fool,
Sandbox spits out orders,
Like a vicious dog,
Barking on for more and more...
Mud makes the days stomp on,
Mud makes the hourglass drain slower,
Drain like nothing likes to drain,
Like windy tulips shooting pedals off its back,
Mud is oblivious to sand,
To time,
Mud is water,
Mud is wine,
Mud is men,
For sand that is wet, is mud.
