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Jun 2012
The air is taut
It snaps and crackles
Surrounded by a crowd of jackals

No one knew still no one knows
From where this ****** Ivy grows

Through the keyhole up the wall
By Thursday it was ten feet tall

No one knows still no one knew
From where this ****** Ivy grew

The air pulls tight
Thick Ivy shackles
Enter in the crowd of jackals
Joe
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