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inside with the day
but some to the doors
the windows
just for seeing’s sake
the birdbath’s bower blue
crooked
let angels, sylphs and so forth
souls doubtful as diaphanous
and out of doors
an entertainment of wings
all sorts, sizes
they’re just as well
just as here
can’t be helped
try not to ask yourself what you’re doing
it only leads to strife
all of which is as much as to say
I’m here
I’m here
I’m here
ants have eaten what I am
and will
ants are powering on
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