Sunday, March 19, 2006
Reply II
A letter trapped in a green grass bottle
thrown into the red sea the dead sea
hits the shore.
I read it some more
and it looks like a pore.
It is sore.
She isnt walking in
She can't slam the door.
The whore.
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