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I write my new poem in the gardenBut not like Mary OliverMore like meDirt under my fingernailsReal dirtI can feel the grit of it Something that shouldn't be thereBut is.
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count vb (late 14c) “to enumerate, assign numerals to successively and in order; repeat the numerals in order”; also “to reckon among, include,” from Old French conter “to count, add up,” also “tell a…
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That there are a downstairs, and high voices.
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The tinny beer can fell from my desk
and exploded over my head
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Albert's alarm was on the verge of being dispelled by the cognac when another occurrence rattled him. In one of his vest pockets he located a short note addressed to him by Schrödinger. “—but no, this cannot be!”
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I am just a poet, but you areenjoying this. It crumbles me. Iam just a poet, you're almost likean animal I somehow knew of, but have never seen before. I'm apoet, but your drawn pentagrams come with their own heated heart warmings ringing true. Seagulls…
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