The blue

The blue

Original

A sea

Of cups

Over shoulder

Saults

A standout stile

That neck

Of crick

Ain't running

Permanent ?

Tom McGlynn

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Chardin

Chardin

A bubble

Limned

To plane

A take

By storm

Still-

Life’s

No bowl

Of cherries

That too

His brush

Done worn

Tom McGlynn

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Are a couple

Are a couple

Of item's worth

Carried

In pocket

One in the bush?

A result

If being

Outrageous

My tense

Reel like

Hauling

Ashes

Achieve amore

Perfect union

When you create

Content

On line

Tom McGlynn

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The sounds

The sounds

Those videos

Ghost made

Over- propped

Up candyland

Scud bash

For sake

Un

Fancyname

Hacks up

The clouds

But too

See meant

The wail

Overlooked

Un herd

Of tracks

Groovy wet

Sploosh

Center swung

Stang up

The scenery

Tom McGlynn

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The pallet

The pallet

Prepared

Smash slat

Molasses stained

Fails at transport

Or cane-broken

Sleeps

With one goal

A recipe, a recipe

Someone's birth

Day it is

This tax

Isn't working

The hottest

Drive less

And things

Our way

More expensive

Rests

Stop

Tom McGlynn

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What crystal clear

What crystal clear

You may qualify

Current or former

Owners

Manufacture

A being

Airtight

On smooth surface

We are now

Offering

Intended to provoke

All along

A cold

Calculation

Didn't know its

Almost extinct

I just

Took action

Because the world

Is round

And turns me on

Tom McGlynn

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Shifting out of stocks

Shifting out of stocks

Where to turn?

Vanity tolls

A daily trial

Advertising more

Then a legacy

Spent hurling

Rotten cabbage

Tangs you back

To public

Square

Tom McGlynn

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We knew from

We knew from

The changed roadside

Shoulders

Shrugged of dirt

To sand pebbles

And from the salted air

We had crossed

Another sky

Off the ocean

Slate

Tom McGlynn

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What remedy

What remedy

For the river

Never sopped

But caught up

In wetting cycles

Uncalled for

Until complaining

Up the ditch

This wiffs

Of Cambrian slip

And me foolish

Fossil hunting

Again

Amid the fiddleheads

The door

To the river

Leads me

To transport

In ghosts

Them

Made contraband merry

Sold their ferry time

To empty

Slave in threats

Trading posts

For getaway logs

Tom McGlynn

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A mulberry

A mulberry

Misplanted

Behind a shack

Each July brings

The starlings back

Neither reckons

To this place

A sandlot width

A human face

Tom McGlynn

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