Ya, the french;
So much depends et all.
The re/whee, Will CarWil.
But like, Joyce, "The Dead" and blanketing?
It's so far off.
The snow,
so much depends on the snow each night.
The dampening of sound,
The lightening of night.
A surprise!
Being born I guess
Getting out some paper
Walking around.
Coveralls likely,
Warming nest walking around and sledding;
It doesn't go down into buttcracks on slideoffs
Tricky saucers.
Still though,
In the boots.
I don't think the French sled.
Probably go down hills
on plates.
Cracking, splitting, little jabs.
Plastic does it too,
Sometimes.
Wisdom of the ages though,
all they talk about,
symbolize.
Snow?
Few years since
I've really been down in the mud.
4.09.2010
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