Lark song

Really time has been but a lark
Been gone for sometime
But the darts are all over
Wrong board, wrong place
Tub thumpin to a nice rhythm
Jumpers on myself
Dahlias and buttercups, smothering by the dozen
Evenings as smooth as a bloom
Fragrant love, givin it to the soldier
But roots are now long gone
Floating as summer clouds now
Driftin!

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