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The re-run detective
perused my shoes to ascertain
if I sold cars.

Everyone under a million
pledged to weep
for her.

In a pinch
the noodle house served
wet pencils.

Go ahead
try to drill
for air.

If umbrellas
prevented heartache
who would forget them?

The first jeweler said,
“What’s that you’re not
wearing?”

The sun is pulled back
to challenge everything
we ignore.

Once a goat eats a book
the cover means nothing
new.

We’re told it’s our side
of the street, only
half the story.

A mother’s objection
is common to every
principal.

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