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Jul 2018
this machine
it counts
for your mother
your father’s
sheep

that’s all it does
but is very
large

(everything
from the year it broke
is remembered
by the dog
that looked
with me
at the mouse

I ate for
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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