it's beautiful, the whole dam business,
the circle, the new and distant friends,
the words formed, which blow away;
like Zeek and Ike and Calloway;
and the dark sky, rests; and I
find a jilted tree, not far from the buzz,
and the busy blue-breezed, hussy; the
chicken on the step, persisting its
gibberish neck;
but, heavy in...
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