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    Trips, or Falls or leaves on the ground, a poem to criticise or tug apart?

    My driveway crunching neath my feet laid out with leaves from pecan tree I Sweep them up, must I repeat yet they still fall, continually Air is cloistered sticking to my skin a spider web has caught me now my inhibitions growing thin the wail that emanates a howl... Because I feel again that...
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    Saucy Jean. A vinegary poem maybe. Would ya c/c?

    ... mmm he stinks... I can smell him right through the screen, here ....might be why I like the great outdoors better than the four walls of a church.. eh?
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