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Wednesday, November 9

have you ever

later
in america all you
made wine water
at the kitchen sink
leutenant crayfish drinks
the drops dripped
mops wrung dry
the spigot sputters
the drain glubbers
a geisha pained fine
in a bicentenial chair
rocks and coughs lava froth
cigarettes burn spots in
ashes theirselfs
earth mercury salts solid
til rain parts
the ocean leaps to meet
what was said nought
turns into ought

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