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Foal
We are petite
And twins
Thoughts are mares
Treefort is a wooden horse
We recede
And cannons are blind
Whittle and shake
Shaved down to gun powder
We fan Canada
Plants preen into patch
We periscope in strides
Visions are in check plaids
Try on the hooves
Sign treaties of retreat
Conversations were once in coma
Caterpillars
Twist into cucoons
Calenders spread eagle
