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wood ladder

that old wood ladder
that broke your rib
when i turned it into something else
a 'stepladder' say
nearly killed her
i burned it tonight
two pieces, fit well enough
for a good firemaker like me
five hours, a good five hours at least
was a doghouse once more

19 Aug 12

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