A 6 pack gone
In the court yard down the hatch
The tipsy world and government rule
It isn't for the people only themselves
The garden aroma
The bees and butterflies
Occasionally dragonflies
Stopping to sniff flowers
The cats jumping in
The soft sand building waste
When the occupants not around
It is the territory of the cats
The rules of the court
A 6 pack gone
Into history of the castles
Where the darkened shadows flow
The cats jumping out
Finally hearing voices
Business concluded quickly
Leaving trails behind
The garden aroma
The stain of wasted hell
In time full glory
In the hands of the people
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