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Post by mfwilkie on Dec 27, 2007 22:01:32 GMT -5
Footprints scoring virgin snow— loosey-goosey slush really, water's seeping into their mold,
desolving echoes, heel and toe. What a mystery they present in film noire-fog along
the river's bank; its nightlong song, its bruised diphthong will be subdued in the next day's rush to trash
a season. Put this under your tree to mark the third day of Christmas. It's non-fattening.
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