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we start in the middle; there are bits of broken plate
in sunny grass near Eliot’s old office, there are ants
crawling up people’s arms, there is traffic
honking near the
grass on which there are
rusty nails and bits
of broken brick
and weeds, and daisies
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Ben Dover
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kyle. (7/21/2008 3:33:00 PM)
very nice.
hope the picnic, weed, and daisies satisfied.
nice write. |
Mark Nwagwu (7/4/2008 5:43:00 AM)
Step into sun-drenched life, Ben, lived outside the old office; leave the old pieces behind with Eliot. |
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