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slack jaw sullen scowl
adrift in silence of a shock
Friday, June 22, 2007
go go go to yours. yours is yours for your hours.
i'd like the cities too
never bees, buzzing our
cat's trophy; it was she
--one--on alone
from a bay, winking
to away the city
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