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15 taxonomy of that november Then was an animal I could not identify and that also I lived with In performing our daily headcount I noticedThen’s skull was shaped like a tiny cloud and yet I said nothing I fedThen some hay and we were feeling wretched in the blue pantry and at night we could not dream There was a war on but still I got dressed beneath the towering stars and no moon According to the chore wheel I should have been sweeping According to science we should have been dead I knocked onThen’s teeth and they were not hollow like the sun was and I wrote it on my list We enjoyed the taste of saltwater and baseball we enjoyed on the radio in daylight in a blue room that grew off the hallway We were happy and wretched and cloudy and setting fire to everything for warmth ...

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