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one thirty on a saturday afternoon
where autumn asks for nothing

August rests swaying in his new swing
the one mama says has the right angle
for him to catch his breath correctly  
a wrinkled mass of shar pei guarding

the hour when giving a shit
pays off
in folds

a simple man accidentally showed up
tricked me with whiskey
and sent me on my way

he wished me the very best on my art


lightbaron
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