4.v.21
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2.122
who’s that?
who’s that living in my shoe?
winter nearly
and better leg it now
here’s hoof
will I say welcome?
no, I bite
from shadow and throw
guess ahead
as we go
come hard upon the who am I (?)
ask
who was it built the shoe?
boots on the ground were whose?
and who before us?
was there?
who goes there?
friend or foe?
who’s in the fire about to light?
I planted a high hill of sunshine
and careful with the day
it has these crooked stairs
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