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Does it change, now that she is dead-
the silent intrigue, the sudden shower
over the Vietnamese fish markets,
alleviating the tiled, open streets,
where, once, the red cannons burst
as the Dragon danced and ate the lettuce?

Posted October 27, 1998 (02:14 PM)

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