Walls are like a canvas, and somewhere
On the walls on Queen Street, is painted
Juniper Leaves.
Never wrote it, never thought about it
Until my muse and I walked past and he
Said, look at that.
“Juniper Leaves, where does Juniper go?”
He said. I said “he went to somewhere, where
He makes sense”.
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