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Saturday, December 23, 2017
beaks open heathen delusions
pulled out with loving forceps blot/told
blot/mirrored sun on the hospital wall as matter
gave birth to a 6 pounder on the 7th day
of the sixth month who grew to be 67 inches
tall and weigh 134 tons if his twin geminid harbinger
didn't bathe in hefewizen or wallow in tahini stardust
but mother mishandled her coffee of milky way origin
it bubbled my wee arm
scars well into teenage years or rings said the oak tree
along with foreskins raven jetted
to nest for young beaks blind
i'd really like to know
loving forceps epidural smiles and men on the moon
stomping but alas only heathen delusions
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