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gregs
worn sandals
slipping
tripping
my two feet
two tests
one blue sky'S
warm air (tons)
Marching my lion away from the mailbox
letters
i never read until
silver days
all mixed
up with
water
words
on the line
on the wire
hello no farewells
only badwells
sadwells
madwells
deep well water
drops
from the
copper green gray blue brown brown brown


)Kaleb

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Bravo Kaleb, something about this poem caught my eye and I enjoy readign it over and over. -Jesse