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idyll
I was taken into
November
could feel the force of
the turning
must have been
they could see
some kind of help required
pages just to
custodial for attitude
as if to tend
trill harvest
pumpkins
where the rocket blew
legions charcoal anvil
armed
roll over more snooze
wet mown and give a
shake
wakened to the where of
am
dress for any season
well in by now
month of myself
none counting days
guess weather
clocks got away
I was too many down
in the last shower
wool pulled over too
hills ran
and I along
not a cloud was lonely
a forest in the
vanishing
and had to steady head
still do
collecting the sun
where it falls
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