meal without sugar
glow worm the soil’d burlap sack
late windows laces
a spade lay on back
half print over a lintel
under a linden as
lean outward sorrow
far dells tomorrow sundown
the horse has run wild
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ayaladn 
Such a beautiful play of specific sound. —–Chagall
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Thank you, the set decorator had the day off
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đŸ™‚
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thought i commented on this …..
let’s see – said something like, “if it’s running wild better saddle it up ….” am having such a time w/my internet service, j. it’s like they’re trying to convince me to drop comcast once i move.
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I need the saddle for a headrest…or there’s something in the wall, nibbling on your feed.
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