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Choppy green sea below me I follow the sun The stoplight turns green And I slowly pull forward My truck knows the way Big whole sits and waits I come alone unknowing My body is toast A bird flies faster Its feathers back from the wind No choice but to fly She helped them work With her they were at their best They drove her away Again they need help Now they run to her “Aid us” Irreplaceable they came they asked they were referred elsewhere they left happiness the snow piles high the snowblowers move about at last my car moves roads white slick with snow cars slide madly about the state It's not Florida Christmas is past now the snow is under control We begin again polymorphism things change and yet are the same polysyllabic sit still breathe slowly out through the mouth in through nose now clear your spirit |
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