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Dec 2012
I may have already saddened

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a sameness in the parrots we care for

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our suicides
fight
for position

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we twin the parable

this one:  she pushed the baby carriage and in her going made quite

the parabola     /     the baby bounced     but was dead     the baby

bobbed

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habitually I displace:

     the ether / a god’s trenchancy

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the academic scholar of woe whose grave I would visit

uninterrupted    

     whose stone now is a lonely letter *f


who would’ve partnered with me to abandon

my freighted usage
of lonely,

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     of heart, of amateur eulogist
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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