the not so new year is hearing
me shout out the name
Happy New YEars again
lets blame the last one on the misfortunes implemented on
all of us and the bust that was eleven is going to
be the unleavened bread that is stuck in
a sand bath to bake under the sun of twelve swans a swimming
and an ermine running around a white mouse frowning and an owl
sounding the depths of the hole
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