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a squirrel inward of idea
what’s known’s
day chatter
fall flower
heads up
under text
the country
takes its
turns
passes through
us
lines
slope so
variously treed
with all the
season stages
mullein,
ragweed, goldenrod
the eye
brights all
leaves a long
way to go
keep thinking
of a picture
you’re there
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