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Thursday, June 2

slide eyes
pealed tongues
ramparts apart and the cat gone beserk
sitting upside down
i n a place, the palace is leaning
and the wisdom annealing
, the wind is blowing
and the clouds and gowning up
in the waiting room, waiting for god to move
over and let a rover take over head
and stock of the situation
what is it that is sitting, listening and biting

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