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Me and Blue,
we walk on water.
Believe, it's
true.
Me and Blue,
grow from each other.
A seed to tree grows,
back to seed a tree throws.
His pacification,
sucking my lower lip.
His education,
suckling the tip of a tit,
knee glide slide around the room
trip.
Me and Blue
assist the rain clouds
painting the sun.
Me and Blue
share love together
with a warm mom.
Mini-frustrations
wrinkle his little nose.
When he's
contended,
he'll
crinkle his tiny toes.
Blue is our first rose.
Fort
Berthold Indian Reservation
Newtown, North Dakota
October 4, 1973
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