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Created on: January 09, 2009
And So We Ride on the Coffee Shop
Bricks named Ichabod,
106 Federal, white
on red, read for free,
the city's dirty
scripture. The headless homeless
slumber on, stiff-necked
and hollowed, swallowed
by horses, followed by none,
waking Washington.
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