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Mar 2018
the television sings
the satellite dish keeps twirling on the rooftop with no signs of slowing
I think I've meant to catch it, keep binoculars close
in case it gets too dizzy and ends up on the front yard again
the neighbors sunbathe **** and the sun
hides behind the trees of second hand embarrassment
blushing prince
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blushing prince  neptune
(neptune)   
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   Azaria, --- and Jim Musics
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