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Parading
Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere
About
The middle one’s the conversation
March 27, 2015
Each time I go outside the world
March 26, 2015
“Makes me end,
March 25, 2015
sweet sunset scent from unseen source,
March 24, 2015
He fell that morning, Daedalus-like, into the sea
March 23, 2015
Where can we go
March 22, 2015
Yes, now that this exists in time, I thought,
March 21, 2015
he sits on a rock & watches his friends
March 21, 2015
it’s like a fat burnt crayon
March 19, 2015
On the first day, and the eternal snow of stars,
March 18, 2015
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