HANGOVER
            by Tom Gannon
                c. 1985; rev. 1992
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	this morning the cedar waxwings
	stare down from bare oaks
	like young pterodactyls

	their once frail, pea-whistle sighs
	are shrieks suddenly, shrill
	satanics to an ancient, scab-eyed sun


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