Bibi put in it
a trousseau’d cedar liner
her clothes so too tight
‘theirs a wrinkle,’ Dubb,
‘where is Orion’s dagger…’
later on the dog
starts a worry door
often a fore rest as claw’d…
he said, ‘Audubon…’
Bibi put in it
a trousseau’d cedar liner
her clothes so too tight
‘theirs a wrinkle,’ Dubb,
‘where is Orion’s dagger…’
later on the dog
starts a worry door
often a fore rest as claw’d…
he said, ‘Audubon…’
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Thank you, Michael
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