Monday, January 07, 2008
Ponderfruit
Evenings.
Walking backs.
Red Indicators to Jazzy trombone.
Here. There. Pointingnowhere.
Misty fare.
The long way home.
Wish we'd left it where
I could think of you and
smile
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