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| In our yard
How many chickens can we count on our fingers and toes on their toes sitting on fathers hole siting on his chest crushing rocks of dirt the earth is soft in our yard yard stones in my shoes and feet dragging them through museums where under glass refridgerate freeze hands and feet and knobbly knees yard yard |
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