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| Open Poetry #39 |
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Brain Food |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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Oh you fruit, inanimate, Black is your color. To taste, to touch, To smell, to hear, to see, Yet be not alive. You do not move, But control what is living. A vegetable, You are a potato, A silent office manager. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
Weird but good. There's a sort of 50's Beat quality to it. John |
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