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grass blue

and stiff the chickens

rub together

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the huge

yellow moon

it attracts us

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fog

and ice dust

the goats are thirsty

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leftovers

the frost no longer

keeps to the shadows

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under the full moon

frosted grass

glowing blue

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tales that

compose you their

ligatures have gone

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combing

the cat you split

your seam

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in their pen

the chickens watch

the jays gloat

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he blends in

with the leftovers

beetle

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new glasses

everyone looks

weathered

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