Mud Cracks the Frozen Earth

Forever it stood there still to absorb the open sky Your fear of people has found its maximum attrition The Post Office is an interesting place You get white paper in black lace You fill out the details and get satisfied Parcels pass through there like there is no tomorrow If you could imagine all the random garbage You would find that the Post Office keeps face The neutral stoic place gives zero for the traffic Package matches and dispatches with grace Yes Indeed and outside upon the cold heath Come what come and come what may The sun dried the earth there for the mud to crack Night fell and the mud cracked frozen in the earth Fumes of oil and diesel drafted along the high way Transport is a big business You see all of these kinds of things getting done Where time turns into paper It's crazy I tell you and people go for it You should watch them run In any case, turning time and effort into tradeable Promise Is quite the nifty little trick especially When you have concepts like compound interest Well About things compressed like stamps and banks and paper The dirt got wet, dried, frozen and cracked outside How about that? You can tell me about how there is enough time for that When you are dead Me on the other hand I need my sleep

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