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It was frog legs by the load

and a card full of eels reaching out

because twists completed your gifts

and grew beyond the turf at the farthest tip

two triangle turning opposite each other

in front of Buddha's lap

with the night

as an exclamation mark

in the left hand

and shadow sun that blow away foggy creaks

crumpled tire wings

you put on the day

when someone so clearly

celebrated a new millenium

of green fences

around young cheering necks.