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  1. A two beer poem actually. Can you tell?

    This is the place of the dark limb
    Inside the dead winter.
    Nothing lights its blear eyes
    But gin and gin’s deliria—
    A spring pond, a cypress for shade
    A perch pulled from water
    Like a new brain.


  2. Thanks. But it’s not me thinking like this. If it was the last line would be “Like a new nation.” So I think I’ll go with that. Less navel and more get the politics right. Sound better?


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