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forcetobearwith
willbelessthan
leapsandbounds
always in a tough situation
you can set the needle
on stun and run your fingers
back through your gelled
black hair, saying, "mama,
what'd you do with my gun?"
sortthewillowsweeping
downanddammed
riverfowlskipupand
dipbacktheirbeaks
one leaf the color
of gold light
afternoons sometimes
offer back to us
in weather like this
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fromcostyouthinkboom
linestoscanandsnore
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