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A poem by Nicholas Laughlin

Published in The Strange Years of My Life

El Sur

The four cardinal points are left and right.
My shoulder has freckled overnight:
bears and dogs and ploughs.
The French discover Australia.
Letters from the New World.
Hydrogen rhymes with gold.
A name for this new science.
Good weather for armies to drown.
The four cardinal points are close and wrong.


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