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
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Grapes
There's an elephant in the room
And I've named him Guilt
He's informed me that I'm not as great as I think I am
That's why everyone has run
And no one will ever
Eat my grapes again.
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