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streamed

streamed into thin horizontal lines
ocean greyhounds finally set sail
into the very next day

there are hoards of newly breds
running for cover
like baby toads on the move

the moon is full for three days

whispered into tomorrow
three men long for new oars
in a new semantic discourse

when the I is no more
I will not be there
to defend all that I was






Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-08-09 at 23:18

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