Rifling through peopled mains
Friends undiscovered
Strangers plenty familiar
For faces are faces too
Thank you painful old sailor
Hammering your hands
Addicted to repairs
Level your ignorance
Or bend your knee
And take a big long drink
As little guppies
Scum for food
Pondering the pond
5.21.2008
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