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 from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies 
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is 
tombstone 
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.






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