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spilling
the dream
all
the day making
thing
askew
in
travels of a clock
fresh
mown
we fuss
for the long rhyme
time
sleeps off the adventure
here’s
petal just for strew
everything’s
about itself
and
join the dots
sign here
remember
– once we were gods
made clouds
to drape
I’m
just a minnow too
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