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Summertime savings
In a piggy bank, beneath the willow tree
Weeping tendrils till apocalypse sun
Slinks behind the railroad tracks
And Night slips under the train,
Like a hobo clutching ratty gloves,
Folding bits of newspaper into boots,
Kicking the sky, smearing clouds
As I crouch beneath the stars
Sucking on a peach,
My teeth sprouting fuzz
And choking on a worm.
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