in equal tight ears
I can move peacewise
inside cloud-water though
from here in arrears
and pregnantly pause
wife and daughter go
and the short-waist seers
from cigarland with canes
arrive and beat me so
when the former appears
I'm holding my sides
they split when winds blow
dense fog covers the pretty things
step on one and it stings
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