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Miles from October (Poem)
I’m so terribly sober
Bone dry and miles from October
Baking in the southern air
Out here where the summers stare
One by one they are aligned
And their weapons are inclined
In morbid array
Pointing out the end of day
Day eh eh eh away o day
Where the waters no longer run
No prism is painted by the sun
I row – I row
I’m so terribly sober
Bone dry and miles from October
You sow
My sweet fictional tomorrow
You only beg and borrow
Time will show the circles full
As I row past
All Passing
Here there is no guessing
Where
I’m so terribly sober
Bone dry and miles from October
Well
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