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Thursday, April 2, 2015
These Gawkers Never Knew What Hit Them
They forgot
Rote can be useful as hell—
For one thing, you can tell
Spring’s peeling rubber rounding
The corner headed our way
By tallying all those rubbed out
Toads splayed and flattened like
Pemmican on the asphalt
Straightaway.
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