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FOR THE LIBRARIES

The books if there were libraries
I'd still want my friends around
Incision in the vernacular

Vibrating pigeon cut grass

The pigeon walking from
The hexagon stones to the
Fresh-cut grass is vibrating

Make sure everybody gets enough to read

Blessings in the skies
Kewpie doll made of cowrie shells
A cupid made of puka

Nerve gas smells like fresh-cut grass

Motorized bicycle, glancing
Around as I cheer peaceful manoeuvres