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| Foreword | |
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| because the final | |
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| songs without words | |
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| the rice care | |
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| The park geese | |
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| A sudden smoothness like a glass | |
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| there are no stars in | |
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| With the dead rest | |
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| the cobra standing | |
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| we can run out of our side | |
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| blood: someone says it's not | |
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| The fast storm sky wiped so suddenly | |
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| the walls become whole | |
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| the builders baled chambers | |
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| I pull a curtain of the great cats | |
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| The Local/Elevations | |
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| No | |
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| a carnival of bald deer | |
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| the rule of the spirits guesses | |
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| the fireworks mariner | |
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| you have to run forward | |
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| Their body holding | |
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| I walk nights | |
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| sometime I'm going to have to | |
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| As a boy there were no black boy | |
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| and now here I was in the amazon | |
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| it is a flash flood | |
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| Huge Spaces Apart We Still Look Each Other Face to Face (Santa Barbara) | |
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| when I saw it I thought I was hundreds | |
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| the variations on god | |
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| At Any of the Bethabaras: Metempsychosis | |
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| Red Shift | |
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| influence it | |
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| We had seen a first | |
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| Information | |
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| one of the things we were | |
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| something stretched out on balance | |
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| Seizure by Simple Error | |
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| It is without example | |
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| The notebooks are where the foot | |
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| in this song the people are singing | |
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| a T-square regular | |
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| I Have Opened Six of Ti's Nine Knots | |
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| the puzzle in bundles | |
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| there is a cleft brain talking diamond | |
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| Simbi Petro Damballah La Flambeau | |
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| The Seven Deltas of Shango's Wives | |
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| where day sun's long pile | |
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| Interval | |
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| 12.b.obs. OED | |
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| Isolating the Nurturent Reflex to Sound | |
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| knowing the music | |
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| labyrinth is a real route | |
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| Photograph: The House of the Poet | |
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| ... Apart from What Each Other Is ... | |
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| the fairy tales were over and had grown | |
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| They say when | |
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| Ours is a foolish fire | |
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| Whose sleeves | |
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| That everything can go | |
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| Aerialist Narrative | |
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| Taking the Print | |
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| Heading: The Landing | |
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| Waterfowl Landing: It Lifts to Close | |
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| Properties | |
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| Cape Journal: At Sand Pile | |
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| African Ascendancy | |
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| Research at the Interstice | |
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| The Motorcycle Crossing | |
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| The Comb | |
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| Given Way | |
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| mblemati.txt | |
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| stepping through I | |
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| Heron Riddle Flashback | |
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| The skipping stone stays out of the water | |
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| Cinquain de Lune | |
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| What the Return of the Lines Meant | |
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| Chorus at Ohiopyle | |
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| Gnosis | |
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| The birds put inside | |
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| Elegy for a White Cock | |
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| Onze | |
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| A widow suckling | |
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| bomb | |
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| On the Line | |
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| There were these | |
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| And O | |
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| Handed the Rain | |
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| the flock of black cormorants flying | |
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| Ask for "How High the Moon" | |
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| After the De-Tonations on the Moon by NASA | |
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| Ha | |
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| In Light of Dream | |