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tourist (Free verse) by skaskowski a mansion hid past
a brown blueberry bush on the crest
of a crusty old hill.
and bid for the last
creepy spot in the trafficking
roads that wound round her whole dell.
and paid bucks and pennies
for each, and, well, any
surveyor of the
indescribable.
so she might redecorate
all of the ornate
and useless glass fixtures
she kept alight.
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