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putterings, 538-536
 

I hit a nail where it wasn’t.
The precision of that “sprawl”
enough to dig his potatoes, or
 
whatever he neglected; a streak of lack,
always late in the tide.
the puttering stage,
 
vanishing expressions of
The Iron Age What
under the sun the same roof wrote.
 
 

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