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Jan 2014
I touched your spine and it bent
like a tree angry with the river angry
with the train that passes every morning
at 2:43 am and wakes the young sleeping boy

Once it came at 2:42 am and it woke
up everybody in the town because none
of their dreams had prepared themselves
for this startling event.
loisa fenichell
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loisa fenichell  ny
(ny)   
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   Guss
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