File1:

Every morning, my grandmother cleaned the Fischer stove
in the back of the trailer, lifted as in a shovel, careful
not to spill the white-gray dust, Precious, she said, her breath
smoking in the cold. Precious in winter's first lavender
not-quite-light--and you could smell it, the faintest acrid hint
of ash, a crispness calling you from bed. You could watch her
cap it in a chicory coffee can to stack among other, back bent
from a long-gone fever. For the garden in the spring, she said.

File2:

Two men share
one tooth. From
one tooth the men
predict the world.
Thank you! or
we would not exist.
Two men and one
tooth is not a problem.
One man is wide
and one man is sober.
Sometmes the men are
the same. Little toot

File3:

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I;ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if i perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice

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