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Jan 2011
in your high chair
you must have been precocious
with your alphabet soup
up there in that lofty charthouse
piloting gluten letters
through a steaming sea of blood red tomato,
making floating islands of toki pona,
"mi olin e sina"
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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   Anand and Marsha Singh
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