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FOUR POEMS, SIX WORDS EACH
TRIP TO HOT SPRINGS
in such a
hurry to relax
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YOUR MANURE
too raw for
my compost pile
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THE MOMENT YOU LEFT
bittersweet
like not fully ripe
apricots
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IMPETUOUS SPIRIT
Follow your heart
Out of hell
in such a
hurry to relax
---
YOUR MANURE
too raw for
my compost pile
---
THE MOMENT YOU LEFT
bittersweet
like not fully ripe
apricots
---
IMPETUOUS SPIRIT
Follow your heart
Out of hell
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