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baby
poets
i know
a boy
somewhere
between
flor'da
and right
here who
writes
poems and
brings
them to
me
in both
hands
poems
like
vessels
of nothing
new
absolutely
yoked
with cliches
I'm sure
he must
hear
regularly
yet i leave
them be
and let
him take
his stairs
one at a
time not
thinking
either
down nor
up
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