A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Flererer
Trip the lip And spin off Oden's raven and glibly done trees to fly flees to try nevery day we smile black and white and grin all over place words on pages make the lies nice and straight flush the light and trump dark for a little while.
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