well bore is
knot far <
an ashcan
sandwich
man on
a handstand
in windscape
roll in to
th@ to grain
scootin’ by
as quiet
’twill idylls
our dew
aul a hole
alley span
where pogo
sticks too
tilt a ‘brella
red nose
& stilts
‘tho sm crow
sm sm jays
bloom skies
flip & flap
as big guy
how’s as
everso tin
in accord
room or two
cup of stew’d
forebears
doubloons
skim if
no ladle
ok thats’
2:46 or 3
ayaladn 
my brain isn’t working right, and just wanted to let you know will try reading last dozen or so soon. have a good Thanksgiving …
E.
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Nor mine, but to left over electric car by outlet mall,
arrow & target practice by & by cloud, but where is
to who to wit hold that plug-in?
Those 12 wish I recall as Mad Aria…
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something about this reminds me of Tom Waits…
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You think he would…but drifts, gravel-voiced;
should have been in a Bunuel film.
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