I stand by what I said. I stand by it
or next to it. I peer over the gazebo
at what I said, the way it flowers
in the darkness, mysteriously,
like the trees I love in Michigan
for being the right height. What I say
floats out over the country
in my drowsy and tumescent
state. Cock a doodle don’t. Ann
only drives one Caddy
at a time. The last few days also saw
some profit booking in potato futures
as traders unwound their positions
after going long. I didn’t say that.
It was peanut butter and a pep talk
on my mission to Bordeaux. Seamus
thinks it was a long ride from Boston
to Lake Ontario. That hound
so like another, rolling over dead …
Stand by. I stand by what I said.
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