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the way things are goin' (Free verse) by irishfolksuicide

Dry lands day, so fast, the shadows trickle. Masked to a single; the bull moo and blue sky. All cracked skulls buried a single sheet deep. Cracked glasses seep, and pigs new-born fry.

irishfolksuicide 2-Oct-03/7:34 AM
Ten witnesses; one, to stretch the ten seconds.

It is reckoned ten leaps, to let a long drag




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