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Three Poems
Flash By
Slung Keys
There is the space an elephant loses plaintively when too few or too
many are arranged wearing calcium. We get hard things from the sea to
help with cancer and grafting. Bobby eyeballs a skid while he balances
the steering, later he'll know about blocking steel and cars. A
rider's aroma is on a stinky horse brush. We expect other pieces to be
taken too and try to think into bone-light. Two methods can be used to
test the efficacy of the third. I put out my huge-pain experiment and
he takes a bunch of images and we're basically ground-toothing. The
singing season progresses each changed phrase in the same way and each
slung song roughly the only May. Ruin
The white men said, "If you go way across the Mississippi (gesture) and
live we won't bother you." It wasn't good farm land so why not let the
Indians have it, saturated with oil. This brush is just a bit big for
my purposes. Carol subsided in her chair and pressed her bread against
her lip. Douglas asked if he might inhale a taxi. Larry described a
lying dormant, one to wipe his shoes on. All Brenda needs is skin
color, she's got every other color. The kids always make yellow faces.
I don't have to read this speech, it's a crazy one. After holding
onto the bars, after climbing on them, he put his hands in his pockets.
Do not use words to express emotions, as such. Carol said, working in
clay, "This damn ruin is a hell to make!" lingo 4
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