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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

00h15 


Was far gone
red like a serene bridesmaid
in a pink dress
with so many hours
yet
in a pink dress.

But they caught
the leopard
trying to out-wit them
and to out-double-think them
from behind his counter
he would NEVER
know.

They kept saying and saying and saying
till he had rotated on himself
that tomatoes were good
specially the homegrown ones.

Getigoing all excited up.

At least
One Dozen Times
and begged
for forgiveness.

For what?

(He forgot
half dressed
in a pink dress.)
Posted by: François Pointeau / 22:18
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