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Tuesday, August 11, 2009

After School

Once a wet fog,
Slid around a bent man,
Who picked smelly paper
And cleaned broken toliets
By the sandy shore.

Far, in my warm car,
Of blue dashboard, trinkets and dope,
Through the fog's smear.
It seemed ...
Something frowned.
Posted by Jamie at 3:42 PM

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