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May 2013
This old man
rolled his thumb
in the door
of a beehive
while diddling
his knick
knack
into this shoe as
he sat at heaven’s
gate
knocking with the
spine of a
dying dog
chewing on
a bad bag of
bones.
Steven d'Orsay Childs
Written by
Steven d'Orsay Childs  Detroit
(Detroit)   
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