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there’s still fountains down there


a bridge

strolling along farm fields
sewn together by cow manure,
i came across a river

how in the hell
do i get to the other side ?

binoculars fell from skies above
landing upon my somewhat sensitive nose

off in the distance,
there was a bridge

hell yeah,
there was a bridge
and i could smell it

Copyright 11-13-2015
Jimi Bodansko


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