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The Republic at Camp A-OK


Anaconda big
as plainsong
secret lake

Another bend
in the river make
camp here

Before darkness falls
that waits for
In the hidden lake

A poem is that worth
The only reason why
a perfect fog of clouds is on

my Telephone father died
when he was born
a perfect crowd on fog is on


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