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CONFIDENTIAL
A
peeping Tom, I’ve shot four petting couples,
done
my Sal, and now aim at the Presidency.
My
apartment is walled with hilly pin-ups
which
grin with pain, for haven’t they already
been
stapled through the soft places?
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(For full text
see the Kindle ebook
The Nature of Things
(Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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