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I stepped into the room and spun the globe

A world of magnified madness started to fly

Countries stuck to the walls

Oceans fell to the floor

Mysterious islands went out the door

I was glued to the window

A spring memory in orange sun

I could hear the menagerie of birds through the glass

I lit a pipe and took a puff or two

The birch trees are quite white I noticed

As they straddle the horizon with bark groins

I want to get lost inside those ivory soldiers

What would be on the other side?

A new world with new hope

Where the licorice tastes like butter

And everyone isn’t so hateful just better

And the poppy pods breathe milk

To calm yet another day

A yellow porch I rock

And watch time make its way

Through the canals of the Earth