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Eris Parade


In a clear morning on the lands, at breakfast the farmers family When
from afar a sound come rolling, strange and sweet entailing Children aloof
as they heard voices and music, farmer looked up and saw trouble ahead For
there was the parade of Eris, a band of strange beings and moments ahead

There they we're over the hill finally in sight, children eyes witch
now couldn't hide That what they saw, so nice and tender, strange
entailing but true Was the caravan of craziness and chaos mistress to

There we're jugglers that juggled golden cups, riding on one wheeled
bikes. There we're clowns with balloons, and buckets of paint painting the
balloons red. There we're monkeys sitting on chairs around a table drinking tea.
And in the middle the carriage in form of a golden apple

In that apple, through many windows bizarre things to be seen Grinding jugglers dancing
and singing Masks that grinned and smiled and spoke confronting words And clapping clamps in the myriad to!

Also trees dancing with dogs and frogs playing the banjo accompanied
by chickens holding debates around the hour. Formless blobs or blobless
forms were there too. But that wasn't all that was strange and crazy to be seen

Amidst this women, wearing cloths of leaves and green With a crown of flowers strange and
beautiful On her side a sword of pure crystal and gold
And with her a basket of apples of what she threw one at the children

And then as the parade rode past, spiders playing music on violins
And then it became silent again, as the parade went over the hill.
Children aware of the strangeness they just saw come by And the farmer hoping he finally could get back to his work on the field.

Masticina Akicta, 2004
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