You Can Imagine Evolution w/o Teleology
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    And a shirt that hangs comes back
    Expressed his regret
    And the yellowing pages —
    Missed 16th Street;
    Fall, (as they
    native smooth down)
          Moved
    Author of crime
    Blackening entire
    Riddling in the glass (mirror)
      And, as with so many,
      Liked to display
      Traffic drilling skimmed off
          Desperately perch —
      Cured over pieces of wood
      Well done while waiting.
      
     
     
     
    Fitted Sheet
      
      In other sheets sleeping atop our original position behind closed and further closing doors. We washing them weekly, otherwise, the stains of other thefts would have penetrated our present actions. We know the trick of the game, and yet, we continue to play, although quite differently than a beginner. In the same sheets we still dream of weaving others, of a door that continually closes but never ends.
     
     
     
 
 
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