Miss you and
the words. Claims
fall in nettle
bunch. Colours remain
strive. A patch of alternate
quick frequent bowing
sternly fixes redolent
patch. A
period powers
on.
A stanza decides
a breath. People
include enumeration.
Glad tidings when all the baseball
teams win. This present is now
now. Now
the igloo now.
A poem and
anyway. We write our words
and words of
others. The present
becomes a stag or
feeling in the glare
of headlight.
A town precedes a sense
of misery. We
vote with our conscience not
our conscious.
A clicking
sound, like a whale
sound. Under-
neath is a brimful of
a whale in a moment,
breath. We think we
know. No, we
think we.
Today is a debatable
day.
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