Well, his hands for one I thought swollen
but then looking gave me seagulls velvet leaves
and every sort of caterpillar the same colors
in the sweater I knitted for what's-his-name
don'tcha wonder how this passionate messenger
enters and exits just at a critical time
planning would not have made this more
perfect it is so much like a dream these past six
seven months did anything else spill over and slosh
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