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The tiny, black transistor, three wires,The tiny, black transistor, three wires, / One two three, ramrod straight get bent, / Quarter-inch strain, needle-nose pliers and it's broken.

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EulogyClassic bier pose: eyes closed, arms folded over chest, everything aligned perfectly. / Peaceful, opposite of the turmoil in everyone around you. / You never did think about others at all.

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Turtles all the way downThe roaring log-fire in the corner of the / Wooden hall crackles and hisses / As the story-teller strums on

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The AlleywayLeaning against the red brick wall, / feet pressed on the cobblestones, / filthy fingers holding lit cigarettes,

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View from the sideThe light from the TV flickers / against the wall. I spin my chair / around to face the window,

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UntitledI. / Your mother sits hunched over the oak table, / hair tight up in a bun and

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Sundays in SeptemberThe sun still sets fairly late— / Eight o’clock it’s usually dark. / Its rays are still warming, during the day,

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Green before me blurs a wallGreen before me blurs a wall; / Intermittent orange breaks the monochrome, / Hills behind ****** distinct treeshapes above

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On the ShoreI. / You were there, / and I was there

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HighwaySpeeding home on a hot summer evening, / You can see the storms brewing / On the horizon, far off over the

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