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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
morning song
tomorrow is today
and the great flies of morning
leap from cold window panes
and turn into slush inside frogs
in the grass, moistened by dewdrops
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sad
Jun 30, 2009 04:45 PM
i am sad
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