BILL PRINGLE

PUSHING PAINT


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BLIND CREST

I walked all day and I walked all night
All I saw was dark and light.

So I sat all day and I sat all night
All I saw was black and white.

Another day and and another night
Then I saw a bird in flight.

It was flying fast as if on a mission
It was almost as if I heard it hissing

Yet that would require an ear to listen.