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Lay down these words before your mind like rocks.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Poem for Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Astronomy
Blowing smoke at the sky
a ring aiming
for the North
Star or maybe it was
Venus I was
laying flat-backed on the
concrete dreaming of
muses and musing over
dreams that will
only be dreams did
I really feel peace or
did I just feel
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