Where the news isis the news:the fleet in the bay,this wayward isle of noon,a dinner of simple light.Sometimes the parliament,when all question whetherto pay some rose,is found burning.
heart carried in a basketlest it should breakor ease my burialwe are displacing ourselves with moneywe close hands and continueas factionsagainst the childrenagainst one anotherand away to bed
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