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imperfect corrections 100 years  1917
 night barred day
 the ship ran an oasis remembering kings gave in
    docks running dry your hope stir and mix bang bang dada
               dada a word bust groin
   things shopped  bruises negative  superlative word why brown eyed
             her darling socks inviting you in
             the clutter opened up festooning airs pride danced the maximum
 rate of vineyards and olav olives for her mouth down south

                  this way of holding her hair her ears tinily
                   over that old town
                                  staying out against the war

                                               combusting promise forced combination
                juxtaposition a way of life and this first night in the cabaret
                     where no deaths heads no soldiers
                               no war no navies no trenches
                                                                the friends gathered in the  racket




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