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Wednesday, June 8

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the discards of webs
invisible thins
left bugs for dead

the scaffold of summer
that catch who what hummers
under lights and moonlight flutters
a spider kind of breads and butters

by catch by carbonate soda
by hook or by crook
I drink and I look
the beetle as wagon train conestoga
geronimo spider riding down lightning and thunder

a magical number is nine
lives lead said feline
but eight is great
as per cool daddy longlegs
on the kit
sipping black glasses half
full of that arnold palmer back
writing the beats
four two time eight note octagonal feet

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