With crusty eyes and a musty yawn -
And asked me why I woke her.
I answered, while she tied her hair,
"You seemed powerfully content,
And I was laying, wondering,
What contained that answer."
She said she traveled to a place,
Where people's hands were bark,
Their dispositions were children's.
She said the space behind their eyes
Was peaceful to investigate.
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