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Mallard (Free verse) by richa

touching its plumped tail with a paddle was an undeliberate thrill. to navigate this pond in a wooden box of a boat, can try. the lob of a crust to break the water, an ear of bread trimmed from a sandwich, an offer that upturns a beak's chimera.

jroday 21-Dec-04/2:29 PM
Felicia you did'nt have to log in on me, but any Dovina go to www.leroy campbell.com and tell me what you think of my stick men. better yet my paintings.




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