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Mar 16, 2008 21:25

there are gulls
by the dragnets
of a drying yard

wagging

at the tails
of a swansong
my heart

withering

between the ropes
in the sun where
I do not belong

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jokeoftheday March 16 2008, 16:46:24 UTC
You are so Job.

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richie08 March 16 2008, 16:49:12 UTC
eh? why? :|

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ix_deadend March 17 2008, 15:00:50 UTC
wha?

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