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Jul 2017
The patterns where random
At least at first appearance
On close inspection
seems there is something deeper
Through the tremble of blades
And the fettered veins
The street I'll cross
Throw up dueces
And dip
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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   Weeping willow
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