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Strangely, as in a moon doggie (Stein Poem)

May 18, 2012

This landscape historically.
How I feel it is pleasantly.
Saying how strangely may be.
It thinks that they worried.
And not they like that red.
It meant they do not Spanish Mama.
Let me. I do color. I wish Italian.
This but from which they hound a moon.
They bring back to a broad black dog and to.
It is like it.
Is as clear for it to care. This.
After all they may believe. It.
Remember. They will be mine.


Composed with jGnoetry and the following source texts:

Gertrude Stein, Stanzas in Meditation: The Corrected Edition

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