Impromptu
some day
some time
somewhere
in the state
of Maine
two surveyors
who knew not
that they were
poets because
they were
drunk
and so thunk
in a staggered line
this is yours and this
mine
Canadian
Maine again
was Canadian
now Maine again
a toast: draw the line
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