Saturday, December 20, 2014

Summer Comments

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When the happy soar,
Hears the faint cackle of young girls in a pretty chant.
Which suckle, falling in the hair of roses crusted with bees.
And their knees bleed out the wet feet of the butterfly's,
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Jordy lustig
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