Kingsfold Forrest from Barn Dance by Sean Keel

Kingsfold, where the forest is
I’m told. Is where Mike Allen hid.
Dry cold snow so thin.
You’ve got rougher hands then him
You hold me. I hold them. You hold me and I hold him

I hope it rains. And then some more. And then some more.
I hope it rains for days.

He could not do easy things. He used an Ox to roll a stone.
You fall. Until you hit the floor.
Until you spit up. Specks of gold.
In Kingsfold Forest. I was told
He hid for days. Beneath the snow.

I hope it rains. And then some more. And then some more.
I hope it rains for days.

It seems a 100 years ago.
You fall from whence. You fall from when
You fall until your wings unfold
You’ve got rougher hands than him
You hold me and I hold them. You hold me and I hold him

I hope it rains. And then some more. And then some more. And then some more.
And then some more. I hope it rains for days.

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