The joker
He speaks to me in the ice floes He writes down his words for the record
Here's one for the symbol minded
He says
I copy it down in my notebook
His voice is loud
And I fear him not
He growls
Like thunder
And waits
Like a man at a lady's door
Stamping the snow off his boots
It's all a release
He says
And then He smiles
This wise cracking God
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