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the word
Marshall Woodward
like two priests, touching
like silk floss trees
the thorny uncle of the rose
do they know spring is near?
i cannot bear another blue sky
i slip into my underwear
and forget my body
i am cool to the touch
you give me a smog check
i am not a renewable energy
source i am clean coal
a chimney
in defeated fossils
a bark collar
the new pope