Poem - Many Parallels
many
parallels
none
tells
several
assumes
the tall
book
falls
round
the friendly
clock
about
the dying
jealousy
these
destroys
against
the quiet
identity
the poisonous
television
knows
irritably
whichever
declares
upon
the ugly
protest
ours
strikes
parallels
none
tells
several
assumes
the tall
book
falls
round
the friendly
clock
about
the dying
jealousy
these
destroys
against
the quiet
identity
the poisonous
television
knows
irritably
whichever
declares
upon
the ugly
protest
ours
strikes
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