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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

They Said This Was Spirits Bowling

all night encompassed by down
in sage burned hole escapes
my vernal equinox presently shopping
taught in a middle house cleaning
where spring is like a perhaps, steakhouse
& four saints from alzhiemers play
not even a true count of continents
or account for the presence of stars
to flaunt our public education at work
my father said this would be fire
they said this was spirits bowling
caused a serious error do you still want
to play when misdeeds are storytellers of
names that are given & names that are taken


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