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Dec 2009
The four corners of the first line.
The blank thick walls of horizontal  verbs,
Squat squashed and dumped
In forced familiarity;
Layer upon airless layer.
A grim determined construction
In my neglected back yard of a page
This concrete shed of a poem
Written by
brian carlin
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   Shelby Young
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