Thursday, June 17, 2004

Deep Puddle Dynamics

somewhere in the billowing night infused grey overcast sky stained down on meadow Barn and dale Salt bleached on winds that echo'd the sea and her words formed age ago I couldn't remember her face er might I try This was rote traced eons held Wilderness Home to Home mid slumber til crumbling gas lit city beheld It was then climbing night dark steppes that I heard the scarecrow speak

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