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Jan 2011
Dry
Today I turned inside,
walked to the plaza jardin,
stood before the central well
There a hangman's noose secured a ropped bale 'n bucket
which I dropped into the inky dark,
no splash has yet been heard.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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