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8 Count
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994 / Andernach)

8 Count

from my bed
I watch
3 birds
on a telephone
wire.
one flies
off.
then
another.
one is left,
then
it too
is gone.
my typewriter is
tombstone
still.
and I am
reduced to bird
watching.
just thought I'd
let you
know,
fucker.

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Watching the birds! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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