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rainday
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Free verse
) by
Bill Z Bub
Wringing cloudbells pealing braingray, we huddle, buttoned, beneath bloombrellas, ruddy handles slick and slippering, grinning through this grainy rainday. galoshed legs galloping muddy puddles, bulletdrops battering scrunched tissue lilies, gasping nightcrawlies subtly crushed, survivalling on 'til scraped by morning's brush.
EAger to Offend
17-Jul-03/7:49 AM
Survivalling on is nice. No, it's right. I'd not edit this anymore as it seems to be sensibly nonsensicle. 9
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