all hens live in huts at winter
otherwise the neatest embroidery
cut to an eyelash ///\
was no moon nearest
~
police hanged by its finger
there are books dedicated
to a dance step / crusher
thimbleful fiery
~
da da da da da da de da de
on warm days sugar
on cold days nightmare
trees changing name so cautious
~
solemn neighbour
bartering hen
kissing cabbage
s everything remembers remembering.
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