It was traditional
Serving each other
at a generous rate
of exchange
This jacket was wove
from wrinkles
The dogs passed
with indifference
The clouds couldn't read
one another while
walking over the park
those blind giants
Friday, December 19, 2008
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This one's quite noisy. Reminds me of the light a static-screen television makes on the walls.
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