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Barter
shirt off. sun out. A soft Dixon
meets the first sheet of 700
spilling untrained on college ruled
there are orange
pink
& purple petals pole to pole. i do
not pretend to know their type
there are windmills dancing
and chime sounds floating around
for all you
pretty meadows
but hang on
side yard says some dude just pulled up
bet he's here to view the house
for sale across the street
gonna stare 'em down
wonder if he'd mind a poet who waters the lawn in nothin but his boxers
and who pays a woman to mow it in nothin but her coveralls and red hair down there
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