Rewording JKD's Passages & Sean Standish's on the road Meeting three
Here I am trying to spoil all that wanting between landscape
and drawing, the usual latent stationary for recycled causes. To complain that
we use a language, any of them, to pull us apart, drenching the view with a different syllable. Happy
holidays! Glad your envelope isn't here. (Nothing is empty.) What if we say the relationship was successful, simply not
permanent. There. Lick sealed this Unicef card’s melting view of the
glitter-bedecked polar bear. To find your address will require a Sunday strike-through. Pull that hat hard down for 4 minutes, for 33 seconds. And hold.
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marry Christmas to you....
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I loved this little gem of a poem, Lisa!
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