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2010/12/19

red







there were  nights
this   one
jewel'd  its merit
knifed  its thieves
harried  its subjects      the preferred one wept
his crying sheet


spurned by the field



hauling over air
its gulf  mist
buried  ocean  see
its spent tear
lambed by the fixed closet
its jesus prayed by
door wombed
feather
she's dictionary her
goose berry
her
goose
song
I've held timber
by
the fox night
rambler to any rambler
forest to any wooded terrace
not for millionaires



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