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Anvil Arm

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the rain forged its anvil arm
through the dusty membrane
kissing the grass leaves
into an ocean trance

now snow is turning...
i'm bone-jacked
with slink shy girlfriends
here in the third floor apartment
trimmed behind

a grey city back porch
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Martin O'Neill 05 March 2012

I am reading this whilst listening to the Paul Jones Show on BBC Radio two. Real R&B to make the soul sing. every Monday 7 -8pm GMT (Go on! try it online, it's like a secret passion.) I gotta say, it's like strawberries and cream.

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