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Of sleep my being anaclisis I wish you
Knew the sultry, sunlit redwoods
I soar through sometimes…
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3220
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"...not Jimmy
Cliff jamming
with meringue lemmings
in Monterey, nor salty
froth..."
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1111413
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something like a religious
movement
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98100
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...black birds fall from trees...
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123121
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The leaves were meaningless because they were no longer connected to the trees.
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12611512
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Soon enough, October’s ragged/
lawn will hide its deficiencies//
under withered leaves of oak,
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The wind whispered through tree branches and the underbrush with little fanfare. Trees creaked and moaned in response, their branches rattling together like the bones of a reanimated skeleton's hands. Leaves of all shapes and colors skittered across the ground as if they…
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Another new spring and the leaves
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something like a religious
movement among autumnal trees
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