while I was
thinking things over
　
poets got older
sort of sad

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nothingisthatthelakeiswater
ponearthabovemesheforgetscorn
asadeerIdriveabandonedcars

dead Iraqi children
now that Obama's won
who's counting?
quater-million+?
　
time to pay your taxes

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the man
who sits
by the door
is called
　
Carrying Sixteen
Renounced Comets
Slowly
　
his brother
sometimes
sits there
too

peace in clean
museums
　
old masters
I can't estrange
from their-patrons
　
Breton hated just that
all-what-changed
by-him
　
poets sing
your
　
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