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have forgotten the word for wheel
the city’s spaghetti
I’m a potato
I live in a rabbit hutch
such a long way up from the floor
you could call it arrested development
bending to bow to bend
I was coming from that time
had the hat to prove
under the ground
learn to steer without stars
the law against a question
must never be set down
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