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The Backyard TreeThere was, still is, a tree in my front yard. / It’s made of oak, I think, but I don’t care. / I just remember when it died for me.

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Aug 2, 2012

SwivelIt was the natural swivel of the barstool / When my friend called my name / That swung me so abruptly.

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Aug 2, 2012

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