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With a daily shake of the daily pen,
I provide for you all my daily dose;
Your daily bread that's spiked to unleaven,
with metrical message in rhyming rows:
Or columns of war, arranged in numbers,
too unsound to count, to deep to recall;
I strike, like a dolphin that remembers
Bills and Pats, NY Jets and Steve Grogan:
Memory is hindsight / the air is sea;
we pass through salt and run through bluish waves
Invincible armada–"History"
made in waves and e(x)ternalized on staves:
I left it all for a dream / so immense
are my visions of lovely Providence.
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