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I will send you a note tonight if I can catch the firefly in bed somewhere in an old worn out basin down by the river is left an empty seashell if I can coil over its rusty fence and say goodbye to the coral snake I will call you I still carry the cockroach wing looking at the Moon from the garbage heap where nobody wants to look should the moon come out this age old garbage will begin to change color growing harmony in its steps we too have known Burma, Vietnam and have been to Singapore in the classroom; yet we get the smallest pension (Wilberforce, 08/12/2011)