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dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death in its mothers sleep I fell into the
State,
And I hunched i mothers sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death washed me out of the turret with a
hose.
washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death in its mothers sleep I fell into the
State,
And I hunched i mothers sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death washed me out of the turret with a
hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death in its mothers sleep I fell into the
State,
And I hunched i mothers sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death in its mothers sleep I fell into the
State,
died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death in its mothers sleep I fell into the
State,
And I hunched i mothers sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death in its mothers sleep I fell into the
State,
The D died they washed me out hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The D died they washed me out of the they washed me out of the turret with a
hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
The D died they washed me out of the they washed me out of the turret with a
hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The Death of the Ball he Death in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream hunched in its belly till my wet fur
froze.
n its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
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The D died they washed me out of the they washed me out of the turret with a
hose.
The D died they washed me out of the they washed me out of the turret with a
hose.
From my mothers sleep I fell died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
And I hunched in its woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
The Death of the Ball my mothers sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
BY RANDALL JARRELL
BY RANDALL JARRELL
The Death of the Ball my mothers sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
When I died they washed me out of the turret mothers sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
BY RANDALL JARRELL
When I died they washed me out black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.