Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Blowing Wildfires Of Our Dreams Comments

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The colors who appease us, stay naked as the sun
Rides across them all day,
And the foliage curls like the tongues of little deer
For the salt of innocent palms,
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Robert Rorabeck
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