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The Munificent Seven Armored with grasses, Alert to the point of pain, Watching the fox pass. Dark Desire Breathless, the soft night Longed for some swift act -- even The low swoop of claws. Pebbled Repose Thick quilts of shadow Tucked in the bed of a brook Chuckling in sleep. Necessities With a browser's eye I learned of stars and their prices; Then paid, gladly, all. Quantus Lingus The tongues of crickets Have much, much to say; but much Along the same lines. Dry Goods, Wet Weather Dripping with regrets, I ducked, dodged, yearning for less Experienced clothes. The Transient and the Concrete How brief was the thrill Of banana-peel footing; How hard the humor.
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