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if
if
I'd worked with my hands
by
now they'd be bent
they'd
be the shape of something made
hoe's
handle, a hammer
or
in the garden
I
would be that carrot curled
so
the shop wouldn't take it
the
more delicious, more precious for that
if
I'd worked with my head
I
would be a big number
or
I could never agree with myself
as
it is
you
can see
how
I have
come
to resemble
a
poem
misshapen
inedible
uneditable
sad
surprise
all
this legislation
I
have yet to pass
and
the clock running
and
running away
and
the clock
running
down
Wonderful. Me, I'm running late...
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