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from the longest book
twenty-four pages
to the shortest one of them
inspiration pouring
out of the pen
let's get started
and end the war
start with the mind
no idea I would be opposed 
to a war going on most of my life
since seventy-five
and it's oh five
thirty years spread all over
it's the chill he can't
quite get rid of
the crick in the neck
the shake he can't resist
could never thread a needle
as this snow melts
almost time to point both hands to the four
turn the page
maybe he will clean the windows today
out which shouldhe see clearly
why does it seem as though
he has been forgotten again
no big surprise
just a lot of conscious time
watching this snow melt
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