When the nine that’s eleven
becomes a twelve and not ten
browns will wander toward white
and hard swallow still soft light
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when the ten tosses her nought brown merging with white becomes cream and caught in a stream starts thinking of hills of water of pails of three blind mice who once had sight
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when the ten
tosses her nought
brown merging
with white
becomes cream
and caught
in a stream
starts thinking
of hills
of water
of pails
of three blind mice
who once had sight
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