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the giant of Illinoisdied from a blister on his toeafter walking all day throughthe first winter's snowthrowing bits of stale breadto the last speckled doveshe never even felt his shoe full of blooddelirious with pain, his bedroom walls began to glowand he felt himself soaring up through falling snowand the sky was a woman's armsthe sky was a woman's armsa boy with a club foothad sat next to him in schoolonce upon a summer's daythey went wandering through the woodsthey spotted a sleeping swanon the banks of a muddy streamand they stormed it with rockstill it collapsed in the reedsthey lay out on a green lawn full of choclate and lemonadebut under the blue bowl the giant was afraidbecause the sky was a woman's armsthe sky was a woman's arms
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