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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 …)

Sunday, March 13, 2005

17h43 


There’s a thought
in a circle
of little purple flowers
growing out of a strawberry
clay pot
that’s a thought
of three green strawberries
and one white flower
soon to be a berry
sprouting out of
dare we say
nothing so’s I can tell
‘sept some water
falling from the hose I held
there
like a thought waiting to happen
but falling anyways
into the strawberries
waiting to happen.
Posted by: François Pointeau / 15:46
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