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The Oxen Yoke

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With a hullabaloo in my house
hiding it under my tongue
by the oxen yoke
dark sprung, O Holy Fright
locked in the twilight
where the cold moon hung
on the tip of my nose  
exhaling the ghost
in condensation
of my quotes
by the oxen yoke

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