You Be the Judge

A well regulated militia being necessary
to the security of a free state, the rights
of the people to keep and bear arms
of the people to keep and bear harms
of the people to keep and fear harms
shall in no wise, ever, be infringed.

In Reply to Dr. Berkeley, or
Flouting Grice’s Maxim of Quantity

I am not aware of hearing anything
as I lie on my right side, prone
on the red granite gravel bar
of the Early Winters Creek ford.

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So long.
    So long to get
    where you want.
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I take a crystal tumbler
and fill with crushed ice.
The yellow and white
labeled can comes next,
a Canadian dry tonic.
The sloe gin is last,
a subtle British sunset
to end this trying day.

How surprised I am
to so often discover
mice quickly dead
from forearms caught
in greedy grabs of Jif.
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“This” is a word that letters built.
This is a sentence built from words that letters built.
This a poem constructed from sentences that words made of letters built.

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One James Calendar Irvine Moore
was born to a horsebreeding family
in Lexington, Kentucky, July of 1840.
His christening honored his forefathers.
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Vaani the vole who pokes her nose through snow knows
Why, while wriggling her toes for the wakening spring.
Torin the trout who peeks from the cat-tailed creek knows
Why, and anticipates a date with his speckled mate.
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Two eyes, one mouth
Two ears, one mouth
Two feet, one mouth
Two hands, one mouth

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