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Tuesday, October 16, 2018
Vocational Training: What's My Line?
Ok, let’s say we’re
Three crows all
Cawing on
A lone telephone line—
Carrion spotted.
Two leave, one’s left
To continue
Calling all maws
Up and down
This lonely calling
Of a line, now doesn't
That sound fine?
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