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Jun 2020
Arriving now  
upon the back-lit tarmac
broken sticks
and wire

remnants talking
unceasingly
settling down moments
misread

into alliteration
assonance
consonance
just sound slipping

the moors of meaning
cavorting 'cause
an' circumstance 'nta
something akin to flavor

even more things
to swallow
to fallow
to follow down
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
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