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the beetle

he holds his

ground

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she hums

her way to

her inner world

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between the hills

and the golden trees

chimney smoke

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out at

the cypresses

a brave chicken or two

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we rip

the red rags

all the way

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late in the day

goat breath

on my skin

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the argument

dies down

October frog

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amazed

by the dark plums

the chickens

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called

mistakes again

your true skills

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dawn

perforations

in the silver clouds

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