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Saturday, April 3, 2010

Take This Goddamn Summer Day


and send it back where the sun don’t shine;
give me rain; give me a long hauling of the

winter’s ashes; give me grace; give me punk,
the hard way; give me a going over,

and spit me back along the river, where
we pulled nothing from something;

this cursed heat had me blinded then, too,
and full with the last faith I could find;

you looked at our makings with
eyes wet with heedless love.


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