Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Slip. The swish of sandals
A silent symphony
That sashays down the sidewalk
With snaking sophistry
So they say, you slip away
To the satis-factory.
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