Monday, November 22, 2004

a small poem

She sorrow went a-manderwanning
quillious quickly in the spraine;
catretchener and tossing robin
cow-du-queried in the rain.
Luminescent silence and
a-haunting kessle thondergrove:
She listened lightly and summered soft
and manderwanning went anove.

An old old one of mine. The weather today is perfect for it.

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