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I open as Sylvia Plath
Awake, Askew
Cock my eye
Morning Dew
By breakfast I am Ginsberg
My cereal howls
Sex and Jazz
Trashcans rust and curl
I leave the house as Wordsworth
And wonder lonely through a crowd
Arrive at the track as Bukowski
Gamble on the lunchtime horses
Smoking a cigarette
While outside
A sparrow sings
As the day wears on
I am Cummings
...Tuesday 7th July 2015 11:57 am
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