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Return of The Caveman

In creation comfort,
A mode of roles
Confiding in action
Across a span of places
Foursquare and Times
A retrofit
Peace to this day
And actual places of effect
To Tuesdays in general,
a man softly weeping
For his day of opposites-
Of joy, of frustration
To be so in heart
Never because of the bad deal
Raging capitulations-
Of the car-
Finding maximum speed
And merriness
Apostles in rainclothes,
furthering the scuttle
In science a way of standing
For this little Earth of being
With the Rosary
as our desert rote
And viewing Winter
In the waist-high
Maximum shine
Upon these years
For hope to reform
A nice form in the dark-
Fires burning
To catch all that is sweet
In a Caveman year,
such as this