the live oak over the nursery got a disease
they could only save one limb
it wasn't surprising; it wasn't that kind of nursery
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It's no wonder I'm always tired with all these tract houses—
It's night & cold
on my belly in the undeveloped field now
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the termites had deboned the thing
it was clean there was no saving it
in one bedroom a dresser with blue drawers
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