On the brink of tipsy
No shilly-shally smile
Stray hairs of hers are wispy
Unruly wind-whipped wild
Spore borne spare change
Falling out pockets holy
Handstands falling hands full
Firmament the concrete handfuls
Mixing minds are happy
Empty
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Sunday, February 10, 2008
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