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BLUE LUNGS TRYING
Friday, March 14, 2008
They Used To Carry Along
and engage with their hands
and actually walk.
and nod a drabby hat in earnest.
We followed along late one night
and scattered back to curtsies and wooden signs.
I slipped on the barbed wire,
but we made it out fine.
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