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by Tara Carreon
Pretty soon I would have no idea of
how to venture
I don't know how I came to understand planets
Read on, to the contrary
He said watch out
There are some new razorblades in this dimension
And he has a really nice spirit
Are you sure of that, mister?
Neither was I able to avail myself of the
Secrecy of second hand reporters
What, was I able to get something better?
What a teasing I was
Learn to talk in the United States of America
I conclude a poem that is disturbing
These are the far-flung worlds of men
A new notorious advertising
Even the older cat
When the brooding issue wasn't good enough
You pray for pictures
He was the very face of twilight
Geronimo's bones
Just stop looking like that, Job
It would never be as good as if you made a clear sound
Lurking, distant timing
You want the truth with the argumentation, argumentation, argumentation.
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