More from the notebook era writings of Joseph Palmer
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March 21st. (roughly 1998 or 1999)
A blue summer's day . . . . . . . . .
A little fly stirred a little bird
chirped . . . . . the breeze filled the
air with a sneak peak of summer
STOP!
Spring, Summer what little time
we waste on such pleasure. Far
be it from the cynical
man to wonder
why or how or when
he has the time to
devour that which
he can not see.
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March 21st. (roughly 1998 or 1999)
A blue summer's day . . . . . . . . .
A little fly stirred a little bird
chirped . . . . . the breeze filled the
air with a sneak peak of summer
STOP!
Spring, Summer what little time
we waste on such pleasure. Far
be it from the cynical
man to wonder
why or how or when
he has the time to
devour that which
he can not see.
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