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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 2 months ago
Hello
doorman
16 years 2 months ago
Dear Cat
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hi
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zig
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
On your blank door you write....
doorman
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Ann
Nordic cloud
16 years 1 month ago
Ann of Norway“Long time no
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