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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Midnight Dice Game Rolling

hey, thunders come on their own
despite cries involved in frog song
under mammatus involvements
this meadow is a texas arm chair
take refuge in the forth generation
like all east coast volunteers
in our true hollywood stories
it is nineteen ninety seven all over us
but then who else is left to care
forty thieves carry all tomorrow
with lonely women in race riots
counting joints on her fingers
in what cigar smoked oracles
call the one, the one with certainty

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