p.i.m. entry 11/28/04
an evicted breeze stopped to watch the dandelionsas they conducted
tiny pastel symphonies
for the silent
tyke
p.i.m. entry 11/28/04
an evicted breeze stopped to watch the dandelionsknight4696 commented on p.i.m. entry 11/28/04
09-03-2009
09/04/2009
knight4696 commented on p.i.m. entry 11/28/04
08-30-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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