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Sunday, April 17, 2016
Zen Bucolic
At a loss with how to
Jog your mind?
Look at it this way—
There’s a stream
Of fresh asphalt sheep
Droppings steaming
In the sun
,
wide-eyed
D
rop
e
verything
,
watch
Out where you run.
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