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27 December 2008

Coffee Might / Gun Spring

now you truly know the secret, but so does everyone,
they all watch you in the theatre.

Mister Toad, His Wild Ride, Et Al,
Dear, That is, I should say,
This is my title: capitulation
To the rude girls outta town
Back coming from; this is your homeyard
Which should be a word
Calcify or strength / Brush or floss

Where there are fish
There are bigger fish

Like gasoline I’m distilled
Into various aliquots / burn my palindrome
A MAN A PLAN A CANAL, PANAMA
Central American tales of fire
And losses worse than coffee blight.

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