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I’ve the gears’ turn-shaft, how they call that, ‘curious’, for openers, ‘& regular’, I’ll ask the sunny sea; & ‘blonde’ — what’s that; that is a jugular

a bud a beech & lief, back there is that scullery & the area the dog digs something serious; one bird sings, the other has a bernstone I’ll keap

Bro(kin)in(2) MotherShip: the berry sort & briaries transplant with their hoes & parallels & do-overs: tell thatman there, ‘Stand Back’, & leave his ‘chihuahua’, on short leaf ‘patrollin’,

the very last scale abrade at the tail – gate party, the crush abrupt — well, that’s it, somewhere I dropped my ‘trophe,

muddy dumps & soggy bottoms, Wilderness, detain me, on the island I can see the maid land