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The music says Simple Gifts are hidden somewhere in the middle. / And that they’ll arrive. It says the President himself is turning around in his…
There was a pipe that ran along the roof of the shithouse / made of shined copper / and a pay phone encircled by sunflowers / and more often…
No velocity. / No mechanical voice or human sleep. / When I got to the top of the hill called / Rhubarb is susan not susan not seat / no…
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