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of people and places (final cut)I (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I was studying the pattern of a tile mosaic once. I couldn't tell you how many colors there were. Or shades of colors. Or how many there were. Each tile a little frame occupying it's own space. No competition or noise. Just being part of the whole.

god'swife 17-Dec-02/2:58 PM
Again Intransit, the second stanza has so much heart, and the word 'little' carries the scent of indearnment; study just seems to stern an introduction. You're the only one who knows the truth. I don't like Boston Market as a rule, but they make a hell of a creamed spinach, with anice Chardonnay it's quite the meal.




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