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hearted with the
other half
summer
is half way through us
I
listen in a mist
as
if a mountain tipped me
I'm
the under it
garden's
half bush again
fools
of us reach to this
when
bee to bud impatient flits
woods
half my age
let
me along
leaves
blow in the shed
who
sits the gutters
deals
in wisps
the
outside's half in
must
be more than halfway now
the
self I halfway am
until
I am half-masted
last
breath
is
my sayso
half
spun
and
halfway down
a
world's not long for us
let's
jam!
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