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Falling

Member since 2002 · Posted 3 Sep 2002 · Edited 4 Sep 2002 · 2 comments

Twenty two, and August offers a yellow vanguard much too soon Seven days more and a tongue of fire licks my eye burns away with a single leaving summer's long green day dream Night comes quick and I mourn my loss before it hits

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[9] vulcan 4-Sep-02/7:13 AM Reply
a beautiful natural picture.One must be a Nature-hater to give you 1!7
[9] vulcan 4-Sep-02/11:42 PM Reply
Much better.I like it peculiarly!