Before you go further,
let me tell you what a poem brings,
first, you must know the secret, there is no poem
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Go back to the grain yellow hills where the broken speak of elegance
Walk up to the canvas door, the short bed stretched against the clouds
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see my brother-in-law with a styled shirt
in spite of his cancer below
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You were having a stroke - i
did not grasp what was going on you
standing almost half ways up half
ways down the colors what were they
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