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Aug 25, 2009
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Fans
The fans are flying
in the Summer heat,ablaze in theirwiry connections,above the screechingjerks of some vainand torrid rotations.Their winds of fire,humble as they are,soon enough,will be left to dieand rust in the lowerdarkness ofa dampened cellar.Yellowish, red andforgotten, they arewithout the transient,rather indifferent loveof their unfeelingmortal gods--who sold them.They will live anewin the whirling voidof better editionsof those who will
replace them to
dream the dream
of future Summers.
in the Summer heat,ablaze in theirwiry connections,above the screechingjerks of some vainand torrid rotations.Their winds of fire,humble as they are,soon enough,will be left to dieand rust in the lowerdarkness ofa dampened cellar.Yellowish, red andforgotten, they arewithout the transient,rather indifferent loveof their unfeelingmortal gods--who sold them.They will live anewin the whirling voidof better editionsof those who will
replace them to
dream the dream
of future Summers.
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hugo la rosa
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Cassie
Kenneth Sharp
16 years 8 months ago
What I liked most about this
hugo la rosa
16 years 8 months ago
Kenneth Sharp