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pobblebonk musing
soul being something we day to day
it’s summer
things bite
must remember me
I want people to hunt
for the words
and sometimes find
sometimes chase tail
whose?
here we go round
‘better or worse’
one may ask
all things scar
pond by dry
and off into a breeze
this last best sun
with the casting
sometime after the shade
yet gathering
these are things I do every day
and you say
‘no one’s making you’
and I say
‘yes, I am’
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