Short poems: STATES-

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Friday, March 4, 2011

STATES-

Sometimes I skip like a hare through swordgrass to the bright edge of morning and sometimes I turn with the snail to the common shade and dream only dreams of the bright edge of morning. Sign in to see full entry.

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