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| Conversation, Oct. 7, 2011 |
Dear banjo, your wires sing
While sling de doo crawls up and up
And flails on the ceiling
Dripping on my head to the roatsi, roatsi.
Waltz in, rest upon me
Like the weight on my cheeks
Heavier than limbs or pinjins
Turning tib-tibs through the window.
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