Thursday, July 16, 2009

A Novel


The White City
That's a joke of a name
It's a black violence place
If I remember the game
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  1. MegJuly 17, 2009 at 12:36 AM

    I felt like that today. Big and strong like a tree. My son put a rope around my arm and swung for three hours in the wind through my leaves.

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