The Blacklist Carnival
not one bit of drivel amongst the everlasting drivels of canonized drivel
Monday, March 22, 2004
Haiku #5
Tepid-watered pond
lined with stripped-bark Birch trees
shrug-shirking the rudiments of winter.
back at the farm today...birthday party for roommate's mother...held in my hands a music from long passed days/daze....
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