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Crickets & Owls & Bats & Moths: Overnight Shift Tanka

Rating: 5.0

The night is so rife
w/ the sounds of life when the
paper hits the stoop
i wait for it to grow legs
& dance to the melody.

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C.R. Clark 10 April 2008

This is great. There's always a melody playing. It's a shame we don't always hear it. I love the idea of the paper growing legs and dancing. Thanks....10.... Richard

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Wot jim said.... :) t x

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