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make
my day
my
day
my
make
and
it is all-consisting
so
I list
my
low laid mist
my
daylit cloud tricks
mine
all mine
my
that my this
my
there and then
my
here and now
my
by-the-way
my
line
my
cattle mud corner
roof
still drip
my
pigeon gone
that
probing
look-about
is mine
and
lively
my
aches
my
itch
my
ringing in the ears
my
flag
and
I salute
you
too?
then
there is this
there-there
for
you
my
cake and eat it too
my
thick and fast
my
dinner come
my
washing done
in
heaven ever after
my
my
dust
my
vacuum cleaner
vague
hunch
to
my certain knowledge
where's
my hat?
it's
on my head
and
glasses?
see
right through them
my
do-or-die
my
derring-do
right
and wrong my country
black
and white
my
up and atom
roads
run too
my
temperature to measure
my
phone to capture voicelessly
my
cave
my
flicker on the wall
my
word!
my
mouse run up the clock
my
once upon a time
and
who's been sleeping in my bed?
my
frogs and flutter
my
sun-not-yet
from
central casting
my
piles of all-to-do
my
fenceposts and my webs
smatter
of highway
my
birds and they go on-line
my
my
and
you?
why
you!
can
you imagine?
my
flood?
my
fire?
tide
of rising me?
imagine
the insurance bill
for
all of this my world
should,
that is, I choose to share
these
words most mattering of mine
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