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American Language and Literature
Shall we follow the deception of the thrush into our first world?
Kindness has always been in the aftermath
Of swimming, no matter whether the pool or the garden
Came to fess up to the discrepancies, or to one another.
Tom (I hope this is alright because we’ve been talking
All this while), since all time is unredeemable,
Why not redeem it? No roses. No fellows. Birds can’t talk
As freely on the victories of the disfigured. But were you
Disfigured, it sure would be nice to win something.
Animals always look like they’re from now.
Though any and all personal changes frighten
Even the man, with the most potatoes. My harp glistens
Because I do not play it. Two at a time now,
Two at a time into our one
Sick and everlasting world. |
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