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Mar 08, 2008 08:28

Birds dance outside my window.
My body cold and teeth tinkling like piano keys.
Morocco gives up antiques to folks with money.
Overalls dance with sweater vests.
Lentils throttle the piano mover's gut after a long day at work.
I give up the window for a meadow.
I pedal into the droplets big as birds.
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