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WAGON WITH SAIL

The earth wants you to think about registered trademarks.
Anger is voicing a slaw debt. The next morning
Recongealed a stammer by letting up on the wistful
Shoves. It's fungible, your neurosis, so why not
Trade it in for a cyan sheath of broad delight.

I climbed atop the Pullman and unfurled the mainsail.
I stood a good chance of being cleared off the deck
As we came around, and knowing that, kept my legs.