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Jul 2012
if you can hear
hear these:

the mid week a.m. church bell
accidentally knocked
by a man
naught better to do
than shoulder.

the street sweeping machine
lowering its brush
to send
pills, teeth
onward
to reservoir.

by noon
the brother
of an only child
splashing
nearby and in

the future.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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