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About This Poem
uncommon cure
tar it with a smile
suffocate the
color from its beat...
add feathers of forgiveness
drag it by the ID to the top of a cliff
feed it to the air
spin the prayer wheel
chant a prayer to the wind
follow the tarry trail
back to the quiet canyon of your being
before entering
scrape the tarfeathers from your feet:
(an uncommon cure for a bolt cold heart)
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