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Apr 05, 2006 22:51

ventriloquism, oh
you wooden dream

appeals
to my fogged wander

dark up 128
and your

unwashed
hair when our clothes
stuck like August to Farmington.

Someone’s picnic driveway
I buckle you in
recede into monologue

appear
again, ancient
thicket in Solon, our first.

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lovebettie April 6 2006, 08:19:30 UTC
dude, thicket is such a good word. hurrah for good words

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sheneversettled April 6 2006, 14:48:31 UTC
Just for back-up purposes, Solon/that region basically is one big thicket.

gotta love Maiineeee

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nakedsprouts April 6 2006, 17:16:03 UTC
have you been to the petroglyphs @ emden?

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sheneversettled April 7 2006, 10:50:52 UTC
totally not.
I think i knew they existed, though.

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billings nancysinatra_ April 19 2006, 06:14:44 UTC
i really enjoyed this poem.

and ive also been to the petroglyphs...
with YOU.!

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Re: billings nakedsprouts April 19 2006, 10:14:33 UTC
lies!
when did we go there together?
you must have that confused with the time we ate 5 lbs of peas on the floor of billings sisters apartment

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Re: billings nancysinatra_ April 19 2006, 10:28:44 UTC
hahaha we definitely went there together to trace those carvings in the rock. which, with transparencies and dry erase markers was a pretty futile exercise.
i definitely went with you though and i have NEVER eaten peas on billings sister's apartment floor. who is billing's sister?

maybe i do remember her sister but..i dont think that pea thing occured.

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Re: billings nakedsprouts April 19 2006, 12:11:02 UTC
dude! billings sister! how do you not remember that. she was really angry and hated seth
and you and emily and i went to the store to get food and we bought a huge bag of snap peas and ate them raw

and i went to the petroglyphs with nate...?

we are in trouble if our memories are already failing us, which mine obviously is.

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