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Two goats Push their heads Through the gate – Daintiness Huffs in the mist. Chickens march Pausing to mourn over lumps. Why don’t they straighten out Those stones? I said. I’ll do it myself. One day I’ll come here And I’ll do it my ******* self. The goats race away, Tripping into each other's backs - Chasing a happiness That comes for them every day.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
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Two goats Push their heads Through the gate – Daintiness Huffs in the mist. Chickens march Pausing to mourn over lumps. Why don’t they straighten out Those stones? I said. I’ll do it myself. One day I’ll come here And I’ll do it my ******* self. The goats race away, Tripping into each other's backs - Chasing a happiness That comes for them every day.
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
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