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poems are not baklava that can eat. Poems are foods of thoughts alike our thought reading openly I write my poems. Secret agents keep their codes but I uncover my thoughts of works. Babe in arms are making poems. Laws contentions fixed our bones. Boards and churches are better one. Crocks of gold are not cushy numbers. I take my own number and write my poems. Some reckoning days are my very jobs. Come and share.
