Monday, March 15, 2004

sun dispenses elegance throwback
while a whistle purples
on our dust. we sag along
the dreadnaught delivery, swooning
farfetched crumble respond. which day
in several rebounds clears the frost
and sparkles topmost in the mere? those
wicked clumps of grass.

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