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one plus three you get
a harbinger of bad luck
Six and seven equals
a state of fear
There are thirteen bread crumbs
in the head of the schizophrenic
followed by a whole lot of paper.

What’s that give you?
rudi-mentary my dear

all words, including title, from page 99 of Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane. poem #88 of the First 100 Days series, and poem #17 for National Poetry Month.
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