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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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