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RED ROVER
Red Rover,
Red Rover,
Redwood,
Turn over.
The redwood turned over into the light.
The nest of jays spilled off into flight,
The animals wearing their newfound sight,
As in the bright the tree doubled its height.
Green clover,
green clover,
dead man,
turn over.
They rolled him over in the grass
beneath the plumes of poison gas,
when crawling with maggots he rose
and said, "Sir, permission to pass."
Blue lover,
blue lover,
love me
forever.
She blossomed like a flower burning with fire,
and their bed was a battlefield of guns and wire.
"I'll love you as long as the redwood grows older,"
she whispered their going and coming together.
--David Joseph
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