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Army of Another


Oh Little Wisdom,
something will find you, some nose, cold,
some sound, bark, some cough, some hush now,
some pain gone forth to meet the place
yours was, some vine cut from the gut,
some Juned-up sun, some tread, some mite.


Nance Van Winckel

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Number 19


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