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Collected Poetry

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…duly…that duly…that, that duly…that duly…duly that dole.   That duly that duly…dole that …doubt debted, dole…that duly…duly that dole…debted…duly that, duly that…that doubt… doubt though that debted…duly dole…duly that dole…duly though that…debted…doubt that duly… duly that dole…duly that dole…duly that dole…dollop.   Kick.

Kick that dole dancer hands waxing.   Spring, spring quotidian stroke basking styrofoam.

It was common knowledge—but not a topic of gossip around the ice cream stand.   That summer everyone at the pool knew that Jake, the lifeguard, would leave his elevated chair exactly at three to stretch his legs.   He walked to his right around the deep end still barking commands through a megaphone, the front of his trunks fat with his sex.


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