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Kenneth Patchen

We Go Out Together in the Staring Town

We go out together into the staring town
And buy cheese and bread and little jugs with
flowered labels
 
Everywhere is a tent where we put on our whirling
show
 
A great deal has been said of the handless serpents
Which war has set loose in the gay milk of our
heads
 
But because you braid your hair and taste like
honey of heaven
We go together into town to buy wine and
yellow candles.

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