Getting The Done Job
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Ear to the ground I sift through Piles of falling letters Copying keys roll down my sleeves A part of the hanging garden Of the city Downtown the sounds of single People doing nothing Nose to the wall I follow Paths of tiny fissures Falling trapeze, the Japanese Are watching the garden growing On an island Surround the mound and run your Fingers through the filings
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