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May 03, 2010
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I assume
A tip with greens and tangerines
attach to some large thing beyond
the frame's geometry, for granted,
and on blue
Mathematical?
Not like an hour
I look away from what is crumpled,
and see
Nothing
And I assume
The garden chairs still lie about
Crickets in what I thought was
grass,- (their number troubles
me), but one
Beneath the cotton parasol
— doorman, May 03, 2010
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Candlewitch
16 years 1 month ago
Hello
doorman
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Cat
ziggy
16 years 1 month ago
hi
doorman
16 years 1 month ago
zig
Nordic cloud
16 years ago
On your blank door you write....
doorman
15 years 12 months ago
Dear Ann
Nordic cloud
15 years 11 months ago
Ann of Norway“Long time no