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I can barely lift you You stay on the porch, they can barely lift you – the good guys, who wedge fish back into winter’s lake. Clap their hands over your lap and the gnat is dead. In summer, two lakes flow back together. And ponies will be jolted from their dreams of mothers. Your mother has left all her clothes for you to pack. It will take too long, and you will miss everything. Big guys surround you. If they ever told anyone what you lived through – born in spring. A terrible scarcity. Know-how. In my dream, I send you the blankets of whole landscapes. 47 ...

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