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Reckoning
Painting the music on a bow
The lure fashioned a form
The engine and a circuit
A pinning of a crucial phenomenon
A policy by allowance
A permission into wheat
Each probable wind opportunity for sketch
Probability be the ghost of a denied greed
Fingers to the bees and failing fads
For picking and choosing and refusing the swarm
In the best indiscrete
Such the creatures a vase of future
The thick plague and reminiscent of the times
So great the heavy patience by the creators deny
Tissues and torment of entertainment
By gods throwing the marked shot
As grave and lingering to what they succumb
The excavators eating cherries in the snow
So veil the limited permission
So cruel the probability by its course
How shallow the visit and such fiscal acid
Some touch of a weak wild guess
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Julie Scanga
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