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nac eht ni  (  in the can  )

…

scraping scapes of dawns

deep upon the speak of sleep

as aurora yawns


so a cockerel crows

draining brains in bursts of bird

as the blither flows


while a spider spins

silken webs within the head

stringing hymns in tins


wriggle scribbled squirms

prancing pants of pastoral

ants & earthen worms


as a phantom hare

in the twists of mizzled mist

spins this sylphid air


scattered scraps of dreams

passengers on paper planes

baked but magic beans

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