Jan 1, 2012
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ill wind
turn back now
the men I know are aspens
they lose the leaves
their women won’t
stoop to gather
will this pale still
sky above the city park
teach you to tunnel
to bury yourself
instead of blow
cut the sun
with cellophane
or let it burn down well
into November
what will happen
then will happen
anyhow
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January 01, 2012
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