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A Poem: Bed Canoe 

Say hang September moon by string

White Autumn cotton cloud.

We'll pitch that hazard light and drown

Red lantern morning dead.

To fog soft pitter-patter fall

brown folate dreams to stash.

We'll keep these paper dragons waxed

and page our sea of swans.

Descend your mind like leaves in Fall

autumnal shreds to splay.

Drone dropped we'll fast and snore success

Absorbed in bed canoe.

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