Willy today puts forward
toedown not thinking green or
square going around one leggo
subroutine buried behind the
seagrass beyond the strawstalks sea
skysize a kind of collection
borne, now it's January,
and you're steady to bound down the next
summer Willy, fuelstocks barrel at a
time broach what's that
on your lapel them as you come
to them 'these heavy sands
are language tide and wind
have silted here'.
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