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Small Men
Make Love on Stilts
Black hills hiked north— Rampart water built Against the walls— Then well-timed air. Sent a leaf on a
journey Nine-feet long. Thought-clouds burst An old friend’s heart
in a pun. I waved hello and
parted My horse’s mane. **
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