By franwords

July 9, 2013

Category: poetry, writing

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and the slouch one with the white head kept nodding.  sleep completely crestfallen.  deep in contented st thomas a beckett; a shimmer of a do; a lantern.  and when I occasionally paid appointment the head came up again as brows do.

and since we were all there it seemed rude to notice.

so on with best forwardness; straight with blinkers.

peripheral looms about the room

70s woman downstairs; taking the ramp out

doo dah goes with after the party

ere she goes figure it through

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