Friday, May 30, 2008

dock holiday

He had hammers to hinder hot holsters and basins to bark back bold boasters.

She held hearts in her hands to hang houses and built bird-beds to bleed birch and blouses.

They hung hats from their hair, halving heather and banged bolts back and bent, bedding better.

They hollered, "Heaven's hands and help us for the horrors that we hide between borrowed beds and bug-bites we believe we can abide."

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