Friday, May 1, 2015

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I'm, on white cloud tops, above flying, twirling lip, took a flip, its tip, escape burning sun dip; therein all foam: in endless mist.

This arrow likens, sent as a dart, it's out of a cloud's part, soar a dot, depart, freed in open sky, vision see; start of food: adults.
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(TPAC) Alexander Coppedge
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(TPAC)  Alexander Coppedge

(TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Warrenton, North Carolina
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