and than i did
boom, you connived your way
shutter-wrecked, the sail-slips
slope the very pony you rowed -- wore
all the way in, for uses otherwise untooled.
mistle or rune, I knew only the marks
were similar to those we towed
in school. screw let loose
to form towers, bowing
our buttons
all the way home
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yay! good one.
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