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Tales from the bucket
The tale of the bucket with the easy swing handle
If I should have a field
then I would build a shed
when in it I could yield
ideals within my head
I would have a window
I’d point it at the ground
the shed itself erected
from the things that I have found,
like a door
and the galvanized sheets from another shed
that’s not a shed no more
and a roof that ...
Friday 31st January 2014 3:23 pm
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