flute 'n' free
#1
i know of silver effort special
fishermen who
wish for only evil wizard gold
to go dying out with
bitter bronzing drops let loose
from cold and aging
distant sister suns
#2
honorary scrub jays rave on
glad as march hare batters up
for swinging cut up snakes around like
weightless bags of army men in
throes of hammers stoned a-
gain and wheat-filled
grounded rapture
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