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Sep 2015
01
SUMMER STRUGGLES TO
PULL IN ITS LAST DYING
BREATH WHILE THE TREES
SHED THEIR GREEN BIKINI
LEAVES. GOODBYE *****
PUBLIC SWIMMING POOLS;
YOU AND YOUR SUNSCREEN
SCENTED EAR INFECTIONS
WILL NOT BE MISSED. WE
HAVE HARVEST MOONS AND
PUMPKIN-SPICED-EVERYTHING
TO FILL THE HOLLOW CEMENT
GRAVES YOU LEAVE BEHIND.
coyote
Written by
coyote  the past
(the past)   
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   ---, mikecccc and NV
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