Standing on the water, casting your bread
While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing
Distant ships sailing into the mist
You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing
there was ice only in the cove at haynes park, i walked out to a sail boat that was 60 yards from the ramp,,, never thought you could doo that,,, you could see the muddy bottom around the cracks in the ice
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