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I understand that this is a very busy time for DDI, and thought a respite from your art in other art might be in order. Here's a poem from a kindered spirit:
I blew up the plums
that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
forgive me
I like fire
[—Dora Goss]
From nielsenhayden.com/makinglig...tml#006381
I blew up the plums
that were in the icebox
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
forgive me
I like fire
[—Dora Goss]
From nielsenhayden.com/makinglig...tml#006381
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Re: A Poetic Interlude
Thu, June 2, 2005 - 12:12 PMWe didn't blow up our plums- they're going into the flaming pudding.
Thanks, Reed- a great poem!
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Re: A Poetic Interlude
Thu, June 2, 2005 - 9:21 PMthis reminds me of one of the parties matt and i had at our house where a friend of mine and my ex-boyfriend were soaking pears (from our pear trees) in fuel and setting them on fire on the back patio.
too early in the season for pear pudding though...
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