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discovery (Free verse) by skaskowski

she pulled a stone from the bog, it seemed some parable attached to a dream. but the mud on her shoes was just as obtuse as the rodent poison she kept in her flute.

Ranger 14-Feb-06/10:09 AM
Nonsensical, but isn't that the point of this poem? I quite like the imaginings here, but then again I would.




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