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the strawberry morning in Amsterdam
with playmate
at pigeon height
all depending how the light’s arranged
not everyone will see how it’s sliding
things compel you
so comply
they too have the crooked lean
ever loyal to a Spanish king or could be
every impact fatal and more
well, we’re here
next season in the queue
can you call any of this work?
and have the means of self transporting
the old witch pile on once
it’s cause someone kept a ledger
gold and slaves and hateful religion
now the fluffy bunnies fly
we can be free
were there not this glass here
topple
it’s sinking in any case
you know that the walls could fall away
it’s by the grace of some republic
tiny houses in the town
the steepest steps in the world
could no one have rung a bell?
it’s lovely to know that one is breaking a law somewhere
in time the clouds are brick by brick too
there’s more sleep under there
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