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fir crackers are the light of the night and they sprawls like the stars that blanket osprey thaw eground of narrow heater and joking long oaths the flour rolls dewy hoes and four by fours in the window boards slats doors floating hours and hour safe times sliding by the ventilation boards covering the grills with window sills and slamming the gulls that fly over the brown sands hops toughened thrills
29 September 2006
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Today's daily creation
is half an hour into tomorrow
Am I making sense?
I couldn't blog-on
when I wanted
and had to
wait.
And now I've put that straight
I'll blog-off.
Come on Red- you are slacking!
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