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Summertime savings
In a piggy bank, beneath the willow tree
Weeping tendrils till apocalypse sun
Slinks behind the railroad tracks
And Night slips under the train, 
Like a hobo clutching ratty gloves, 
Folding bits of newspaper into boots, 
Kicking the sky, smearing clouds
As I crouch beneath the stars
Sucking on a peach, 
My teeth sprouting fuzz
And choking on a worm.                
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