With more skat
than a stray cat
can poke his eyeballs at
the punk
in the Midnight Choir
starts to twist and shout
Yet …
the All in All
all too beautiful
for even a bird on a wire
to sing about
Like that
concert hall in Vienna
where your lips
were so warm and wet
Getting a feel
of the real deal
… that love thing
Upon a mission
a royal commission
seeking foremost
the rock solid Kingdom
It all starts from within
Seizing the living moment
Best be in it
to win
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
To find truth
without love
or at least a trace
of faith and hope
like trying to climb
the highest peak
of Mount Everest
naked
without oxygen
or even a rope
Not saying it can’t be done
but man …
sounding much like
a clanging gong
in the Temple
of a world gone wrong
Or have I found
that love thing?
From the mire
of the dire basement
that we’re standing in
try as you might
to sight the heavens
across the endless skies
Far better
in the light
seeing the world
through heaven’s eyes
Heart and Soulful
Holy Mindfulness
is the rightful place
where we all belong
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
I too
have tried
in my way
to be free
If it be your will
then let it be
Yet
here on earth
they sentenced me
to forty years of mayhem
for spying
the celebrants
of sin
Tell me
where does
this world end
and the next begin?
Because
I don’t like your
toxic culture mister
And I don’t like
the choir
you’re singing in
I don’t like Big Brother’s
twisted little sister
The King
of everything
He’s coming back
He’s coming to reward them
The King of hearts
and minds
the Prince of Peace
returning
But first
we seek the Kingdom
Then let freedom ring
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
I’ve been buried
and I’ve been dug up
I call it grace amazing
You called it dumb luck
And thank you
for those items
that you sent me
The stone monkey
and the ink
under my skin
I’ve tunnelled
towards the light
and now I’m ready
First
we occupy the Kingdom
then
let the revolution begin
Yes … Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
Seeking the lost at sea
and the drowning
The stranger
the gambler
and me
And Leonard Cohen
he’s sailing on
to the Tower of Song
Through all
the rise and fall
the pulp fiction
from hell’s kitchen
I really like
to walk
that tightrope, baby
I really like
to hear
those Sirens sing
But to see that nightmare
of deception
prowling through creation
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom starts with
Remember me?
I use to to live
without rhyme or reason
Remember me?
I plugged your Hi-Fi in
You loved me as a loser
You’d hate
to ever see me win
With Christ Jesus
my ship has finally
come in
No longer tied
to a kitchen chair
With a Glory
and a broken Hallelujah!
But first
we take the Kingdom
Losing it all to win
And Leonard Cohen
he’s moved on
to the Tower of Song
I’m counselled
by a whisper
from the heavens
Once I was blinded
by visions in a spin
Now it’s …
So long Chicken Maryland
That frozen turkey
who nearly did me in
For now I’m guided
by the beauty of creation
and a thirst
for the Kingdom
where I first heard
those angels sing
Jesus told us
yes he told us
Kingdom begins within
And Leonard Cohen
he’s singing along
from the Tower of Song
~ by David B. Redpath © 2017-20
Artwork;
‘La Musica Sacra’
~ by Luigi Mussini
Photography:
David B. Redpath © 2017-20
David Redpath 
living a life of backward glances
no longer trying to connect
with family and friends
each day a quarrel
of snakes
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God the Sire
Eve, the sleazy creature
fiddled and left to give birth
hairless apes with fingers/toes
gender, knobs and circles
thwarted yearnings
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the dark interior
a different sort of location
a woman with swimsuit skin
“turn off the light and make me sing”
there was a rough spot that encouraged
one to jack hammer a bit more aggressively
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the rehabilitation of female genitals
molded over a distance
of many years
(Goblin lips)
DEATH
physical commonality
so many deny
they have
barely
lived
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brief phases of doubt and conflict
sleeping with a large kitchen knife
the darkness of night
dissolves objects
into atmospheric
values
(+) fugitive emotion when I say “Baby Bird”
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wealthy enough to rent immanent consciousness
appointed limitations do not include foreplay
before puberty
a strong scent of blossoms
now the tree is black with crows
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correct my mistakes in interpretation
deep inside, her tunnel narrowed
the side road was pronounced
for another man, another time
my struggle, my goal to arrive
yielding to naughty thoughts
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THE YIELDING
ever the stallion
never the gelding
in the giving
and the taking
of a manifestly
manifold sensation
collusion
conclusion
THE YIELDING
through
a cosmic porthole
to the fruition
of heart
mind and soul
beyond any decision
beyond any choosing
yielding till it hurts
with a final spurt
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suffocating
her skin was different
far too tight, unnatural
projecting extreme pleasure
shame sensitive and barefoot
a puncture wound to the heart
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her entire body was miniaturized
a harvest of hair near her unknowable
nostalgia in the midst of ambiguity
“I’m not sculpted, I’m real”
———0———
———0———
you pulled her from the darkness
helped her find her breath
she found stealing
your money
liberating
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walked by an argument
fiction in a struggle with fiction
self-regulation
the hand quick to perform
the margins and limits of masturbation
———0———
((((((black past painting the future black))))))
the giver into the life of the receiver
inserting the monstrosity
the agony
of passion and longing
shame drawn out over time
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God permits time to stray:
innocent valentines
erotic photographs
————
————
standing side by side
with full erections
GENESIS
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permanent photographs
brides and grooms
what could never
be repeated
the lobby closes
the single elevator
becomes a mirrored box
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at Poetry Workshop
they keep
the mind altering substances
in a rusty old toolbox 🧰
labeled
‘Testosterone Replacement Therapy’
but the secret ingredient
is actually estrogen mixed
with a big dose of Robert Frost
in the poetic form of a suppository
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FOLLOWING INSTRUCTIONS:
a buttered finger pushed the suppository in
Edvard Muncha
a healthy combination of transience and permanence
daily living and dying, the children chipped in and painted
white (WHITE) white
painted white more white
painted old white new, real white
confusing the apes, the angels overhead
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Baby Bird,
devils may piss estrogen
but Robert Frost is a solid
at the funeral home
they discovered he had extra limbs
America’s Most Famous Poet was an insect
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the Poet Laureate
of Rock ‘n’ Roll
has a pair
of leathery wings
hidden beneath
his prophet’s mantle
the poet who sings
only uses them
in heavenly battle
to escape the hole
endangering
the mortal soul
that humanity
has wound up in
as the Truth … for some
is too much to handle
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the motorhome of truth
far too large to be towed
the truth overloaded on bald tires
high on a mountain path with no guardrail
life never stops and the mud continues to deepen
(+) BOB DYLAN
known to bring miraculous clarity
to complex ape issues
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when I walk into a library
the smell is intolerable
somewhere
Robert Frost resides
a male backward step
———0———
trying to return words to the page
to dress the naked trees
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a debt to both Puritan ideology and Catholicism
trees lowered to the ground
rocks broken, rearranged
apes labeled savage
———0———
———0———
say something
about the masculine physicality of Jesus
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deviant ape grammar
my family, shoeless and rural
harvested weeds for a winter snack
—————your wife hates your rickety bed
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orneriness
wiped out at the end of the day
THC unfurled, revved up Buttercup
a wife you had to crack
in half to cock
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ornery and unholy
I was promised
“A very intimate experience
with arctic she wolves in Paris.”
instead Katy Perry
came strutting along
with her pendulous breasts
fully on display
in the latest iteration
of a haute couture nude dress
to the rapturous applause
of P. Diddy and his forty thieves
but all I could hear
was the clomping of hooves
and scraping of claws
upon the runway
amid the snarls
of a ravenous beast
with a new chew-toy
about to release
a pearly white necklace
all over Katy’s chest
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QUESTION OF THE DAY:
if David Gilmour
forgot all those
words and notes
what would he do?
———0———
———0———
the unfallen Adam and his creator
practically simultaneous annihilation
cruel phantoms of memory and desire
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deceptions-for-a-purpose
handheld mirrors, what be revealed ?
AS IF HEAVEN IS PROTECTED BY A FRAGILE EGG-SHELL
the phases of our darkness, our silent separation
Death took you from my arms
———0———
painful installments
memories at cost
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the magazine was hungry
desperate for persona
posters of Michael on top of Mt. Everest
I couldn’t stand but I could crawl like a rat
(+) imagine finding me on the floor eating your pet’s food
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transparency
movie stars showering
in their underwear, swim trunks
small children in the bathtub
wearing overcoats
(+) people go potty in absolute darkness
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your neighbor’s dog has a new chew-toy
you notice it looks a lot like me
Michael
never known for observation
fresh expression, anything heartfelt
++++++(back the truck up and unload)++++++
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The Supreme Leader of Placebo Town
has asked me personally not to deviate
from the revolution, and to refrain from
sending in The Peace Keepers from the
House of the Dragon (as all they do is go
around raping woman). But everyone knows
that this place is run by gangs of old men
beholding to no one but the Corporation.
I really don’t know why Placebo Town
bothers holding an election under a heat
dome with a tropical storm brewing?
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holding an erection in the face of a storm
———0———
heaven is so close/why sinners populate Placebo
———0———
flashbacks, youth naked by the road begging nickels and dimes
tourists in fancy automobiles trying to identify various autumn leaves
the latest Robert Frost coffee table book in their hands: “Divine Solitude”
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pOETRY wORKSHOP
humanity on it’s knees
seeking justice
grace and mercy
for the vagaries of their fate
upon the ouija board of death
with hard luck stories
of adversity and ruin
tumescence in the face
of outrageous misfortune
since the Garden of Eden
primates have been howling
the same old tune
with lyrics stolen
from the Requiem of Babylon
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LOVE UNITED
I go home with the pussy
my penis longs to be with
LOVE IGNITED
blessed and caressed
on a rock solid basis
LOVE IN SLOW MOTION
blown at a frantic pace
as in a race to inner space
LOVE INJECTED
the flaccid held in stasis
to be erected and ejected
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
the naked truth
LOVE IS MY ONLY PROOF
of reality unloaded
tumescence in the face of death
enriched with the seed of faith
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early Mick Jagger, “it’s the singer, not the song”
afraid to unlock the door
pissing in a washbowl
+++down the hall+++
Allen Ginsberg nude
brown from sodomy
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Ouija-board constricting sex
grandeur in the dark
raisins for nuts
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the feminine identity of Mick Jagger
trying to urinate in a washbowl
terrified to unlock the door
bat-shit-crazy Ginsberg
in the hallway brown
——0——
unattainable:
a reflection
of our
idealized nature
——0——
Jagger paying a medical team
to replace his raisins
with Easter eggs
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trained the Ouija-board
to point to “YES”
if there was a
possibility of
sex
——0——
——0——
the interior serpent
impossible to escape
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^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
sex:
one starts by pebble skipping
unfortunately, one drowns
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I once had a wife
always wanting
more children.
She would milk me dry
of semen every morning,
whether I was awake or not.
Often I’d wake up
to the bed shaking
screaming …
“Shit! It’s an earthquake!!”
Don’t know how I survived,
but I’m sure glad I got
out of that marriage alive
and with an intact scrotum.
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+++++++++++++++++
it all starts
with parts bloated
bodies enmeshed
the flesh submerged
in the miracle of sex
as souls are floated
the physical
and the spiritual
joyfully united
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the floor littered
with outdated maps
outcroppings with foam
moving to the Oregon shore
fresh air will push back the active dust
———0———
ego-clinging in the world of apes
———0———
when faced with a choice:
women, cigarettes, liquor
I bought two lighters
the
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intact scrotum
INTACT SCROTUM
after the bombs, a wad of flesh
that will glow intermittently
like Rudolph’s nose
down there
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John, George, Paul, Ringo politely parasitized
rock and roll, a Feast for Fools
The Beatles powerless
Yoko replaced the tail
no turning loose
no escape
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———————–no matter what you say, you will never be free
of paternalistic anxieties regarding derivation
no matter what be said, Sailor Boy
you will never be free
YOU WILL NEVER BE FREE
circled by paternalistic natives
trying to lodge arrows into your flesh
paternalistic anxieties regarding derivation
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where horny poets stand with lube
cinematic masturbation
cowboy handshakes
daydreaming
hips/lips
masculine courage
naked juxtapositions
length, girth, rigidness
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keeping strong
rigidity
in the face
of adversity
like in some sad
country western song 💪🤠👍
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reading beyond the text of a single poem
the woman with the splintery hair
easy-going accessibility
in her kitchenette
the butterball
was a baby
expressional pokes
with your swollen dong
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🏍️ 🏍️ 🏍️ 🏍️ 🏍️ 🛵
once upon a time
black leather inferno bound
I rode with the Dykeriders
of Placebo Town
the leader of the gang
had me in the palm
of her oil stained hand 👌
It’s surprising how often
even a committed lesbian
appreciates a change of gland
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Alice Cooper
when he was Alice Cooper
no Mick Jagger supplements
no space grown cotton socks
(+) penis poke an unborn child
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School’s Out for Lolita
she’ll soon be turning eighteen
and I’ll no longer be driving
her to school
or giving her a driving lesson
due diligence has been done
introducing her
to the White Album
Dark Side of the Moon
and even the songs of Bob Dylan
she knows all the words
to Like A Rolling Stone
but it just won’t be the same
without her singing along
the sad tale of a tight opening
and a demonstrable dong
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an ape and a bed
two pockets, sleeping pills and gold coins
the nothingness of the pills, not a sound/frown
hospitable silence, rendered sexual relations
his sparrows in full flight, some escaping
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the immediate circle around the violation (mute)
“no one knows the deed”
self-begotten strangling
that tight opening
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she said, “Men use me like a taxi. They cram their souls inside me and expect
me to go. Take them where their loved ones refuse to go. Take them where
decency doesn’t exist. Jesus Christ would frown at such an ordeal.”
———0———
write them an ending with volcanic bursts
lick semen from the corner of their eye
if you are honest
you can identify the source
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strong emotions and solitude
death for a multiple
——————————–one man group therapy
girl parts and boy parts
and nothing to stand on
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there were far too many black keys on the piano
white people had the pianos boxed up
put in storage next to the heads
of Lincoln and Kennedy
locked shut forever
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I was watching “Bye Bye Birdie’
with the Dykeriders of Placebo Town,
as it’s the gang leader’s favorite movie.
The 1962 version with Dick Van Dyke,
not the remake with Vanessa Williams.
They all just love Dick’s “body of work”.
‘Mary Poppins’, ‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’,
you name it! I couldn’t help but notice,
not a single African American in the
entire movie, despite a singing/dancing
cast of thousands? When I asked politely
why they didn’t like the 1995 remake,
I was told point blank that Vanessa,
despite once being Miss America, is
black, and that the Dykeriders only like
their pussy white … with a touch of pink,
just like Dick Van Dyke (personally, I think
the girls are more interested in Ann-
Margret playing a 16 year old debutante
with an itch to scratch).
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his thumb clumsily journeyed
under the edge of her
protective pad
alarmed
she smiled because she knew
there was very little there
no matter the years
of finger exercises
he was not to
discover the
passageway
(+) there be no copyright to her womanhood
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Tennessee Williams was reading on the commode this morning
he was dropping bits and pieces, Halloween candy colors
I was told that he enjoyed grubby sex
———0———
thickets and thorns
and a frockcoat
warm with sin
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I’ve told Lolita
the day she turns 18
I can legally take her
to the Honeymoon Hotel
and buy her a cocktail 🍸
or we could even do it now
if she promises not to tell 🙊
just not sure if I can trust her?
after all … she did blackmail me
into buying her a car 🤔🕶️
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I paid her extra
to brush her teeth
to remove layers of filth
Gertrude Stein
a mature open mouth
a promise of oral rigor
“I love your flower”
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I paid Lolita
to put on a new pair
of white panties 🤍
just so she could
take them off again
ever so slowly
with a whisper
“I love your mature wood” 🪵
her open mouth 👄
costs a bit extra 💵
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feeding the flames
each twig with a voice
summoning and meshing
overemphasizing the rape of birth
overemphasizing the rape of marriage
impaled, honeymoon style
the neighbors curious
trying to catch
a glimpse
(+) overemphasizing the rape of birth
(+) overemphasizing the rape of marriage
domesticated religion with serpents peeking
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I live with three demanding women
how did this happen?
pussy in the majority
I truly am an innocent victim
Lord have mercy on me
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the wife told the husband that she would deliver him
and there he was, ageless, sexless, with empty eye sockets
behind the House of Love, life must be viewed as if from the grave
“your gender castrated me before birth, impaled me on my honeymoon bed”
anticipating a glorious ascension
the rescue rope
foreskins back
to Man One
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taking in the view
from the dark side of moon
safe from the stench
seeping out
from the great unwashed
of Placebo Town
a smell fresh from hell
that will outlast religion
tattooed flesh rotting
with faces breaking down
life and death in a chain gang
in-between
golden necklaces
and diamond earrings
all to a gurgling coughing sound
walking tombstones
soon to be planted
in the cold stony ground
as I bide my time
on the dark side of the moon
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Mick Jagger came out on stage wearing
the rope of foreskins back to Man One
as if he needed a belt
the man with no hips
and gigantic lips
his fans wanting him to be strong
so, they could draw strength from him
T-people praying for a Jagger size clitoris
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THE ROLLING STONES
walking tombstones
(+) before the Big Bang, everything was unwashed
condolences:
for some more time
they had to push one
of the band off the plane
*******Charlie Watts*******
love you, but you got to go
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Charlie Watts
took that one last step
down to New Orleans
to play with Muddy Waters
“Charlie, Please Don’t Go!”
The Thrill Has Gone
as I keep telling Lolita
any port in a hurricane
like when her seafaring father
got grounded
with Viking Mother
but today she turns eighteen
and that allure of illegality
has all but gone
no more stray port
in a feral storm
“Baby, Please Don’t Go!”
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I asked to be buried near a potato field
so, I could enjoy hearing them grow
the smells before and after harvest
the busy insects, the visiting crows
loud machinery and footsteps
happy to retire, to relax
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those who cannot afford a burial
are sold to the Christmas tree farm
unwrapped bodies, quick to jelly up
poverty/dung hasten healthy growth
pock-marked children
just below the surface
roots happy to absorb
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