Thirteen round
A table of bleached
Blondes with black eyebrows
Everything extended, upended
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Lagers and laughter
Selfies and screeching
Big toothed
Mouths
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Loud
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Sort of outside
On a terrace
Planes below and above
Butts underfoot
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Smoke cloud
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Hens
Preening and clucking
At a water hole
Asserting their pecking
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Order
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Another round
More sound scapes
Preparing
To be
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Bound
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Hi, Liz, enjoyed your poem, I know this experience, too