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  • Hushabye silent, little lemon girl
    I can't find where your sticky palms left your cowboy boots

    Hushabye silent, ornery kicking baby
    I'm gonna meet you when my world stops shaking

    Hushabye silent, gold mewling catlet
    We've had you forever, we remember you passing in that shoe box, now follow me home

    Hushabye silent, falling fading leaves
    Somebody hid acorns in the tailpipe and its autumn when the engine should be

    Hushabye silent, long country road
    White rocks and stickers cutting up my feet as a I ran to save the rabbit who ate up my watermelons

    Hushabye silent, twisty baby pinky
    Coddling calves between knees and delighting in their humming, delighting in their running

    Hushabye silent, curly haired tears
    Caught in thickets of vines cutting through to find where the train tracks ended

    Hushabye silent, thunder storm kettle
    The ghost houses have leaking roofs, the dogs taking shelter keep their fleas warm and dry

    Hushabye silent, rotten wooden children
    Our tree house over looking the lake can't still be there, six pallets in a tree makes a home

    Hushabye silent, water damaged shed
    You were full of baby kittens, lost raccoons, the putrid bile of skunks, and our summer toys

    Hushabye silent, honeysuckle girls
    What kept us hidden in the afternoon and tasted like the elated compliments of youth

    Hushabye silent, rusty pickup truck
    Like an unwanted Greek god, you were the port in which we hid our secrets

    Hushabye silent, waning stray fox
    Your bones and fur can still hear the violin concerto stopping and starting on the train

    Hushabye silent, you shifting white whale
    I'll be gone when your roof caves in and my boxes of kid shrine come clattering down to your foundation

    Hushabye hushabye, hushabye silent, ghost houses need to rest.
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