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Strangely, as in a moon doggie (Stein Poem)

May 18, 2012
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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.

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Composed with jGnoetry and the following source texts:

Gertrude Stein, Stanzas in Meditation: The Corrected Edition

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