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Tomorrow

 

Smoke in the air had no pay all summer

dragged on for months the water held

the boats still the children bobbing

in the green water shining like alligator teeth

I want to tell you what we saw tonight

the moon is so full so full so full––

we will have to tell you all about it, soon.

Little Goldie Review

Nothing will prepare you.

Dehumanize us and send us your disgusting poems.

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I love you and the night is so dark the trees are whistling they say something about the plains.