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| Nearly full moon in Ohio City, Bridge Ave. |
guarded garden
as if stars only shine on top of pines
and heads on spines
my, my, mine—far, farther, farthest
reach of sky
*********************************on
high
muddy teeth and that's not how you pick
a peach
just because it spilled
doesn't mean it's wasted
spoiled yet tasted
toil and face it
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