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Too Deep Into Autumn
She used to be so new
Her sides were strong and hard
This small canoe of white and blue
That sleeps in my backyard
She's thinking back to summers
And things she used to know
As she lies in wait beside the gate
And buried in the snow
Feeling all but forgotten
She's too deep into autumn
Her glaze is faded
And her fate is not much brighter now, it seems
Her sideboards are rotten
She's got a barnacle bottom
How could it be The Queen of the Old Mill Pond has
Given way to entropy?
That's not the way its supposed to be
Or it shouldn't be
She's too deep into autumn
Now she's a house for a 'possum
Her camber is sinking
Under the weight of thinking she isn't like she used to be
She dwells on her splinters
Finds it hard to remember
If she could step back and see how she appears to me
There's just no such thing as entropy
Its not what she's all cracked up to be
That makes her love to me
[Words and music copyright Joe Williams, 2002. All
rights reserved.]
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