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15 December 2009

Sharon's Couch

Sharon's coach was redoubt.
Her couch to the moment her heart
slumping & slumping & slumping
of the oh-in-grown joy and hammers thrown
we are our feathers or our father's thrones
remember remember: the lakes are forever ours
or our brother's friends
who have delivered their instruments
and look forward to fighting.
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