Allow a hollow
Marshy hope
Among ridges placed
A whiff reflection
An inclusion
Away from
A mason’s berth
Where does
The sumac persist
Its reddening
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The sun influent
On my back door
Chased the squirrels
Off winter
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The sore did
Iron eyes
Invited to
The reception
In their honor
Were real savages
Any more
Stumbling down
The gangplank
Where the ferns
Bar the norm
Splenetic, new, novel
Royals have not
Truck
To deal with
This rubble
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The sensory packing
For alarm clock
Back capital
Finds itself
Surrounded
By a line of crowds
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These would be
The speeches
Like cardboard
On your tongue
How could I
Wholeheartedly
Announce my parcel
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Old mills
Remade you
Have to wonder
The trauma
They create
Grinding out
The last grain
Of youth
All during
Happy hour
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These posers
Are haunting talk
From friends
And hallway photos
Rain giving way
To late -glowing light
Twisting facts and
Somehow managing
But let’s not relax
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The oldest melody
In existence
Emotion knows
No recent pause
To a brook
All opposition
Sings
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Flocking, sovereign
The near universal
Stand of crooked
Timber!
Kickoff our fall
There is not
A tissue worth
Of kindling
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We seem
To have left
Out some
Crucial information
The position
Of the starshows
A way to get
A hold of
What took
So damned long
An unexpected
Medium
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