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Larry I Jones Aug 2014
Forty-seven birds,
On a line at the station.
A momentary surge,
Severed all relations.

Like food poisoning,
At a picnic.
Larry I Jones Aug 2014
Index cards strewn about
the table
in no particular order.
Semi-live, **** shots
of my life.

— The End —