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Poetry like breath
Poetry like a long drink of water
when you’ve been thirsty for hours
Poetry like a short drink of rum, when
you’ve been thirsty for something else
Poetry like your running shoes
running and poetry like the same shoes
kicked off and sleeping on the door mat
Poetry like the blizzard
and the breeze, like truffle oil
and hot dogs poetry like
Shakespeare and
poetry like this.

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