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Friday, April 28, 2006

Old Poem New Bike 

Dec 2005 White Board

Walking with a hand in my pocket
I grew tired looking at my feet
raised dust and made stones roll before me
tree branches flow against the skie
rippling leaves in number
hushed
a lone leaf fell
made me sad that day


Going now to Nukadnubak to purchase my dream mountain bike...

# posted by vei @ Friday, April 28, 2006
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