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sinews and spiders and their sinews
hank

i am a stoic to be sure
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i don't panic anymore
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i don't believe; and never have
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in flailing arms and balderdash
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i pace the yard and feed the young spiders
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grow fat on greens and spit the white sinews
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if my lips are knit with thread
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another burden shed
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4 Jul 17

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