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25.v.23
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untitled
just as
dollars
so a roof
so the shirt
on my back
thus I put
up a store
could call
it my antsworth
my
squirreling
and lifework
all these
little proofs against time
a tussle
with the urges
lay down in
the sun and the snow
nothing
there that bites
but sleep
be eaten
next spring
in the first
thaw
fresh as the
day you were born
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