you think a
or just like

nine to go

Inside the mutter
the fateful disappearance

A fog you thought
a local farce a gibbous tune

There are enough
to go around taken all at once

This is the
reflection on a store window

Because I told you
and here I am telling you again

How many parts of speech
come around to selling children

All of our enthusiasm
for this notion that they are French

Taken apart at last
we found our snakes and bikes

This in its way
simplifies us in time


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