Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
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creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Wheels
I've heard of wheels turning
Bringing bodies to planned destinations
But my wheels
They don't work that way
They roll real fast until I'm somewhere I've been before
And never will be at again.
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