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II.
 
 Most of the houses on the street are abandoned,
 now rebreathed with wild.
 Sometimes things can happen even without a place:
 A skunk sitting cop-like and sprawled on a porch bench.
 A gray fox in a baby carriage.
 
 They have no mothers.
 I was read "The Tortoise and the Hare" by my mother every night
 until I grew lop-eared and anxious.
 
 
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