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May 2012
Despite the frustration flaunting his bedspread
I despise the energy it takes to proof bread
                    “an hour at least”
                               No
                      I’m quite nocturnal
I stay awake with the moon, owls, and turtles
Who play cards in their shells
Subconscious betting
As we ante up because
Every son is setting, out
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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