foremost poets open...
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i like it when i bear the beat along a pushy bar
when no one longer listens to a stingy string guitar
when someone out in somewhere fairly fares for very far
but books to moustaffa
forget the colours by let by a messy limousine
forgive the tiny stop she's only under seventeen
for someone's poring whisky over anything within
a china-town canteen
i woke up back this morning like jl or someone else
on foot and fit together gaze down underneath my pace
along the pavement plaza where there's everything that ends
before the one who rents
rock steady
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