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scrap metal garden

little flower

steel pole wrapped around

went inside for a cup of tea

threw my face against the window

pulled my brains

off the glass

carried in one hand a thought

in the other an idea

in a third hand

my foot

in a fourth hand

my fifth hand held

my sixth hand

held it against the force of god

forced against the force of god

fortress golden blankets

light bulb dinner

teeth in my eye