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ECHO HILL STUDIOS
ARTIST: ANN KAHL


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Cattle, Chickens, Ducks and Geese

Cattle, chickens, ducks and geese
Chased Della Reese.
Verisimilitude, lurking behind the kitchen door
Drew comments from the working class,
Peering through the half--moon hole
That no one knew was there.
Hurry, hurry Alice, or the rabbit will be late
While you wait.

Clip your toenails, Rebecca--what a good job you did.
(Johnny and Rebecca hid the evidence.)

Very, very illi similitude
Rebecca was very rude.
Clipped her toenails and hid them in her snood.
And Johnny knew where they were hid.
He did!



Learning Device

Life is a learning device
In which we're all mice
Caught in a trap
Of ludicous social crap.





The Cat

Become as nothing
All the paintings I have ever seen.
The cat on the fence.



The Firefly

Watching a firefly.
Where will his next light be?



The Conservationists

"Bambi" came to town.
The taxidermist told his wife
"The conservationists are out again."





A Song

I
Stray, love, afielding.
Let me not near you.
Stray, love, unyielding,
My heart won't hear you.

I needed your love.
You could not stay.
Stray, love afielding,
I'll find my way.

II
Stray, love, afielding.
I need you near me.
Our paths were one, dear.
Now you can't hear me.

Why did you leave me?
My love was true.
Stray, love, unyielding.
My love was you.

lll
Now you must stay, love,
Far from my yearning.
All of my dreams, love
Now for the burning.

Go. Go and let my
Loneliness stay.
Stray, love, afielding.
I'll find my way.

lV
Someday another
Love will enfold you.
Please tell that other
Love she can't hold you.

Two saddened hearts
Are lonely as one.
Stray, love, afielding.
I'll find the sun.

V
Stray, love, afielding.
Let me not near you.
Stray, love, unyielding,
My heart won't hear you.

I needed your love.
You could not stay.
Stray, love, afielding.
I'll find my way.



Mothers, Do Not Mourn the Past

Mothers, do not mourn the past.
Do not hate the war which takes our sons.
Don't cry out your frustrations at the crippling diseases
Which in this heavy atmosphere would seem to be man's sad inheritance.
Another night has passed.

We can awaken with this dawn.
And, with its first bright rays, and through this day which deepens into yet another night,
And through not just your love, but your own fears--
Oh mother of the future militant.
Be instead the shaper of your own young innocent's dreams.
Smile at your child.


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