Pterydactyllic hexameter


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chasing a cold font musing and stopped there, my glove in its beak,
flying away from spasms of thought leaking, through windows
to the great open skies of unthinking thought;
reptile bird smiling at taking, hardly a new thing,
this glove from my bed.












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