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		Poems by Abraham Smith
		every little meth

		for yam sir: elevated blues

		we both split

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whim man mammon

by Abraham Smith

secret soil coital
the dove there
sounds blonde as
whipped oil
please appeal to
wimpling skies
journeying trees
there is but one fence
bone true and 
one blockhead dog
inside
to rend
the smarts
of trees
at journey's end

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August 5, 2008
The Arsenal, Central Park, New York City
From the Academy Audio Archive

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