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My Sweet and Precious Friend

My day, my bliss
This hangman is asleep
If only Wednesday came anew
A splitting grandeur
On island lines
A will for fortune’s done
More to the embassy
A fright for brethren love
No way in,
But a boxcar
And men went screaming were they new
An upper sound past the flourish
Tomorrow’s stolen boy
Afraid of the attic
And seeking her shoes
But life into the net
Epistles in joy-
Frankenstein with
Supposing wardom come
I am chat in a spallow-
And paper day
Adjusting one hen and six loaves
A funny day it were
Houses of good and get
A universe
On pine