A car blares raucous music out it's open windows....BUT it's the sound of bagpipes!
Fox runs-- slowly--- across the highway, to the sewage treatment plant, in the night.
Mud starts to dry. Suntea. Black paint under fingernails.
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You're in PA too, you're an artist, and your name's Diana.
Everyone on my blog has been posting comments everywhere except to my "Falling for Diana" poem. (I wrote it before I knew your name was Diana, so don't worry...)
Is it that bad?
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