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Dec 2014
Bugdom returns!
A swift kick in the beta-traced alcove rocks my world,
and my dream release is twofold:
One of Mrs. Booras's 5th grade class, and
one of a crow perched on a tree,
looking through a window into
Mrs. Booras's 5th grade class.

I named the crow Sunshine,
And in that moment I saw rags upon
rags
upon rags
falling from the flickering lights.

Greg told me to stop believing in everything.
Greg told me ghosts weren't real,
but he'll see.
I'll ***** him up.
Phil Smith
Written by
Phil Smith  Burlington, VT
(Burlington, VT)   
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