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Then bending from the Sky —
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how the sky lost
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I am a snake and a tiptoe feather
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Slow inch / by inch America is giving itself
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Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
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and that this frenzy,
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Peak joy is at nine
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This is how I live
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I never saw anything like it.
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I’ll / write a poem called Yellow and put
