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Untitled and Undone #31
"Trickle",said the stream
as it flowed into my dream
it splashed and licked the stones
beneath my unshod feet,telephones
blossomed into hummingbirds
then fluttered into secret words
which reminded me of kids at play
of ancient rhymes and yesterday.
"Grumble",said the man
as he ate another can
of silver things and open doors
of faint rumblings and metaphors
he came in low across the sky
perched within a needle's eye
displacing a murder of crows
he snorted,then he picked his nose.
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