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from Western Theater with Spanish Bayonet

Jeff Downey

Deer jump fences

whereas antelope dig

Against the squalor

coming from canaries,

you bet the stowaway

makes it Before

The Fall, there

was no cabin

pressure We ate

rhubarb leaves without

having to cook

them in the low,

mountainous boiling point

An intriguing vein

of thought, once

let, revealed all

for a while

for one and

one for wiling

all, a ribbing

given women fathom

the grips we’ve

come to with

In fainting, an ancient

device of oxygen

Jeff Downey

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