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Hemingway ~ yotsumono
river and moon -
across the swing bridge
rust's silent creep
a masked tagger's
precarious balance
any time
Hemingway clenched his jaw
I'd buy us both a round
the AutoMaid®️ grins
through smudges on the screen
;;;;;
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