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The Seasons, Changes (Free verse) by Frass

The seasons, changes the reason for changing remains Darting gulls the bull sharks return egrets prance a colorful spray of boatsails dancing will ever recall the supple, seasoned meaning of your changes Avon where the earth bends a muse friend dance your way back to me and remain.

==Doylum 6-Sep-02/2:37 AM
Dear dear birthmark/steaming pile of, -=Dirk=- and i are quite quite different, not only are my new wings far bigger and more impressive than his, he is saintly and godly and wise beyond his sheep worrying years. I am knave, a peasant and quite possibly a pediatrician (at one of the little people). Perhaps you are both Agoraphobic and need to reassure yourself that numbers are not getting out of hand, however in the interests of truth, justice and the american way and at the risk of setting off an attack, I AM NOT -=DORK_ARSEHOLE=-.




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