[for isebeau, 17 june 08]
no god distributes party favours at
her thirtysomethingth, poets only write
their frailties. all there is is chance, and that
endows the lizard with the knack of flight.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
HER RED-FLUSHED FLIGHT
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