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Jul 5
an old man bent forward,

just above his cane--ambled

along a park trail.

paused to speak to a little boy

in a carriage, the enmeshment

of every birdsong on planet earth

came out of his mouth.

the little boy laughed hysterically.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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