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The Poetry of Dennis Cooley / 31 In Germany cooley is a migrant labourer. His small brain. Remember, months later, back in Winnipeg, Dana has told me this before—kuli is pen—and it dropped out of my brain like a chair knocked over. And that Heidi of the haircut taught me my first German sentence, said good you said it just like a german. Der Stuhl. Cooley was sitting on der stuhl, he said he needed to, go to stuhl. Sshh she said. Sit very Stuhl. Cooley’s brain penned up pensive pens ive used mused with pen ultimately he is getting used to it in ti mately he will have been is am used only later much later does he think he has set it up again ...

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