Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Nocturnal Marauders Comments

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Wet leaves on a stairway. A slow wind still drawling
Weasel words from the night before. Cats prowling.
Is that little Alvina weeping: her long, unkempt hair
Stuck in the chimney again? It sounds like a fanfare
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Sibila Petlevski
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