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132 drunken winter Oak oak!     like like it then      cold some wild paddle so sky then; flea you say “geese geese” the boy June of winter of again Oak sky skies In the southwest.    The eagle falls and the air falls from his wings.     Kids play on the gate where the swamp’s heart begins. When they find each other it’s time for a glass of milk. What do you have? that can be broken up. Snot or snow. or life floating. The underground. Your place. Don’t slant.   Bathe Paul.  Don’t sigh.   found a new tree . . .  The dislocated milky way. is it impossible to know where the impulse has Originated? What bothers me most running                      and watching        Would not go back would rise         wind to the   sending              Pleasure at coming Let me walk ...

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