Wednesday, March 31, 2010

In The Eves Of His Quieted Sort Comments

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I drink more liquor like a lucky seahorse drinks of its
Velveteen sea;
And perhaps I love you, if this is the worth of my soul,
And I am returning to myself in the bodies of
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Robert Rorabeck

Robert Rorabeck

Berrien Springs
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