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JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
crabapples fall, unpicked and spent while blossoms bloom and are delicately handled by droning bees, under orders to seek out the pretty and the useful Foul in shame, we are smeared on the ground hands picking their way to tear up roots unplanted yet growing, heedless of your determined step to put everything in it's place you think that I understand this gulfing chasm between our minds not so clase as this sickens me but confused and filled wit madness so far between the points on a child’s star tht can we pinpoint a single meaning written with the scratching of the sky |
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