Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Apple
"She's really quite dashing"
I heard
Somebody say
I choose
To think of her
Like an apple
That fell from the tree
Too soon,
Rotting in the grass.
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