The LoungeDavid Dodd Lee
(an Ashbery Erasure poem) That is if my lord, lit with secrets, rested hearty in his lounge Some prairie in the mural makes me wrong the late school brothels have no peg to hang a film on we want it sugar-coated the dance is no dance, scripts and mutilation the old way.
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