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Nov 13, 2007 01:47

a pigeon. an awning, night of occurences.

nature surprises as it always does. i coo and watch for hours.
you can ignore, but never predict the free rhythms of the wind.

the park hollars. alliances are made, threats are adored.
thrilling theatre under tree tops. lightning rods. who cares.

we spit like animals. we piss like hydrants. rain protects us.
until dawn shows, we are queens and princes of tennis courts.
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