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2005/11/03

SomE TiME ToMoRrOw

Some wet time

tomorrow in the needle point

across metrics and suds Dublin is very fine
as needle point work is

nO THAT dodders like the ancient mules does
oR a cigarette and the night with your eyes
memory`s voice slumber of fragment
in my own bed
now the training night is quiet
an ostrich peekin`down a dance
pounded body


Sure wet day tomarraw raw



as spurred horses
the automated author
antlers of some geezer melting his suds in the hope
your eyes your eyes in the mirror
looked always it`s what pulled
me pulled
me


pulled


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