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Kant Kant
In that order, dear Columbia
I went out to fish
I fished till I caught her
I cut her and cleaned her
I called her my daughter
I learned how to smile
in response to her laughter
as she grew, bloomed
fellows stopped by desiring to date her
I cried as I ate, then cooked and filleted her
O and E together again, sort of
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old Iron John
the Columns
legba in amber
the big twist
bonebox
a spider
re; sound and vision
O alone, he finds
anonymous and untitled
stopping by the fridge on a snowy evening
they'd eaten every one!
a pea green modified jupiter z

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