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If there wasn't this
there would be nothing
and there is. . .
infant sees the hospital walls of future
infant smells the possible
baby crawls to knee-high synagogues
baby cries to tired demi-gods
child,
look at your feet
you've messed them
in the mud of fables
go now
wash your feet
and play
there would be nothing
and there is. . .
infant sees the hospital walls of future
infant smells the possible
baby crawls to knee-high synagogues
baby cries to tired demi-gods
child,
look at your feet
you've messed them
in the mud of fables
go now
wash your feet
and play
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