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Nose

Nose
by Richard Thomas

great heads spring from my nose
i can count to five
great heads spring from my nose
and swallow the smell of a pencil
my house is a beehive
but i live underground in an upside-down boat
great heads fly from my nose and teach me to be a fish
i drink sawdust
my face is a chalkboard

but what of the heads?
but what of the deads?
but what of the breads?
some say a square is a pleasing shape

the rabbits hop into my pants and i am free.
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