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    As if overnight, the flowering pear tree

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    “Digital streaming, brother, rates of flow in time

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    have heard through some trembling of their web

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    I was in sixth grade when I twirled Stephanie Comb’s

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    A detail like a grave

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    Not built to just do it

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    “What is truth?” Pilate asked.  Before Jesus could answer Pilate was on his way out the door.

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    the afternoons are perfect

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    When the light goes out, and the book is set down

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    He’s nowhere now.

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    Our first time at the Sistine Chapel, prior to the restoration, the colors were dulled,

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    I meant to be talking of the huge cargo ship