a poem or pic a day until I die or dont;
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Tuesday, 13 August 2013
WHILE IN MY HEAD ITS AN 80S JUKEBOX
after dawn is blue morning full and clear and born with cars and the rich conifer huge like a Pixar muppet looms over unkillable blacktop 100 animals behind town walls flare wet noses at a blim of autumn draft and the orange ball tho silent still asks us what the night did
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