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weighed down

by clouds dawn

a thin line of light

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her fruit

more like

a nut

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we rode

the blue bus

every day

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that’s called

an angry

dove

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the moon

told you to

leave soon

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at the end

of the West

a flat can

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spread out

beneath stones

a cracked bone

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where did

the ants

go

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the hawks

move on

with the sun

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beetle

will ride

on the roof

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