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Jan 9
words tumble, soldier like
even the alphabet forgets their place
as each letter musters for duty

Sargent Eraser scoffs at laxative crawl
under barb wired meters
in the conscripted muddy penses

seeking freedom from rank and call
in that one more turn of phrase
a falling veil or vale, that surprise

-cec
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