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Contents Page: July, 2010, vol 6 no 2

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Genie Nakano

On Any Night

Helicopter, helicopter – fly away – go away. Your lights glaring down on rooftops – peering in our windows – in my face, on his face. Now he's running faster. He's coming up my alley.

Apaches on horses
ride on the ground
with the wind

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