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Neighbourhood newts know the road. No! The road! A good day to die.
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Those newts they knew engines rumble.
And yet they stop and wait… in perfect stillness kamikaze.
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Sometimes I glimpse enlightened states in my householder existence. In those moments if I write ~ I remember.