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senile crowding
- cold
the sky is crowding in my thoughts they’re on -
they’re on - wind
they’re on
museums (?)
and other places –
that make me feel –
like other
people –
don’t consider –
what I consider –
that they
have –
sororities,
and fraternities,
and – - weeping willows!...
there’s a place –
for every spinning wheel,
there’s a place for an ultimate demise,
there’s a place –
for every number and every prime number in between.
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