A book of poems.
circle us once and off to the race the feral clowder scatters about runs the yard and gives her good chase Juniper smiling and laughing throughout this is Tarquin's Tree, what we call our place our overgrown Nissan the ferals' redoubt
below the shorn stumps the chemicals seep heavy metals and petroleum chemical coca cola precipitation on solvent as gravity pulls and draw...
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