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wednesday afternoon ( noonretfa yadawndew )

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wednesday afternoon
is dipping ginger nuts

in the vicar’s teacup
& watching the clocks

plodding like a slug
while the bus is late

like a dead actress
or a blizzard in june

furthermore she walks
up a muddy hill

underneath a buzzard
sploshing in puddles

strums a string vest
’til its out of tune

while the clouds growl
scrumps the doctor’s apples

types upon a qwerty
‘this is not my alphabet’

sweats like a führer
shivers in the mist

laughing with hyenas
high on nitrous oxide

as the earth whirrs
from noon until evening

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