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It’s a number. It’s a song. It’s a boy. Smooth. Pearl joy packed. Gold falafel, as through ice. It’s four-thirty. Morning with phone calls. It’s deaf mute. It’s cheap. A foreign car. Maybe bingo.
Lucky night?
Something says it smells bad.
miércoles, 16 de junio de 2010
The Riddle.
Near a tree by a river There´s a hole in the ground Where an old man of Aran Goes around and around And his mind is a beacon In the veil of the night For a strange kind of fashion There´s a wrong and a right.
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