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4ozs
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
to feel grateful
for the now riches,
the tripping rippling beat
behind the long song
whistled across
the baseball diamond,
for the sunny, thorny
infinite moment,
the white-shadowed reality,
the rugged smell
of this star-heated dust
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