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Mar 2013
We had this club, and you were in it

and we kicked around with stones
in our pockets, and twine, and tied

things to other things, and once
when I found a pebble in my shoe

walking down by the river
which I knew you had put there

I mean the pebble

I stole that stupid bird you were holding
in your hand, untied its wings.
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