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a mini pond in front of the brand new GCR (gocker)
the bread lady jumped in twice....bits of mud and leaf, half a nail long now cling to those sequined bands and to her, skin.
men in blue circle around. ruminating...and then two thwok-thfooos. eddies, crimson and pink.
she jumps again. unaware. i tell her (spoilsport). a pink tongue and shut-up later she walks off, her toes playing that 2 inch piano.
mating rituals done in style. a revolving pigeon. a sparrow.
that lake now stands dried up. the woods arent flat after all. are they?
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rattle rattle
and hummmmmm
Ah! You're alive! I was beginning to wonder. Why the neglect for the personal blog?
oh i dunno. noone really reads it. and i do blog for them.
not for pallavi. palla
lala vi.
but i think i shall. yes i shall.
your poem doesn't rhyme.
it isnt a poem.
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