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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Song of The Immomal Man

I've been cleaning out my room.
Rumors say.
I've been clearing out the clutter.
And the butter.
Tearing up the parquet.

I've been clearing out my space.
Roomier stay.
I've been stopped by all the neighbors.
The abutters and abaters.
Eyes tearing up and away.

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Posted by crooks and lucy at 11:35 AM

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