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there is no snow here
here comes the antelope cascades
with an alphabet
among other things
exiting the page
whipser a variety
of humble melodies
to the lobe of my listening device
upon slumber
my precious
its this new dancing craze
its fourteen hundred days
of a termite
tearing the house down
check mark brigade
comes to ravage the test scores
in a holy bitterness
blinking green light in the attic of childhood
that you wanted to follow
to vermont
