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Bloom and Rot
Friday, May 11, 2007
Gonna ride my bike past the rootbeer stand
I asked the poets to scowl, since it's their nature, but Rachel just couldn't do it.
Max could.
I really like baseball fields at night. In fact, I sort of like them all the time, but best at night. Maybe I'm a patriot after all.
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I found my thrill
Don't tell me you're a one trick pony
All those ridiculous metaphors smoldering
The Second Hand Unwinds
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Gonna ride my bike past the rootbeer stand
The sawdust settles
Gilding the Sidewalk
Coming Soon...
Already through that hazy lens.
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