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Thursday, June 2, 2011

Backyard Lyric

For the first time ever this two-eleven morning,
A great Nordic high up in the sky,
I sit amidst the young year’s green-n-blooming,
Listen to the distant mowers growl,
And hear a single also distant trashtruck’s grind.

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