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by M.G. Martin

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All the tings you going see
Waking under hala trees
Last night’s ants finshing
Up an ʻōpala feast

The Kīpahulu sea beyond the ʻaʻā
One conflation of liquid blue cotton
Candy and da sparkle kine Colgate
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