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By Jack Joseph Smith
Gone
The window wind is not a willow
| touched that blows Abpsssusest-
It is paper that moves; and
with the slightness I am
looking down,, at keys, .
and the world is not around
And exquisit instrument
You can’t turn around
and watch yourself
be in the wrong time
Use your immagination,
and if you move an inch
you will fall