Whizzing homeward past a popular pavement
where people meet, i said to myself
Aretheyreallyinlove space helooksreligious space aretheygayorishedrunk space she's waiting...
toddling child, don't let mama go
dust cloud and that there mite i be
corn seller man, call it a day
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perchanced. life in vacation is tedious. and yet found the time to read this over six times. in the last ten minutes.
Ah. What I must ask is whether you're still reading it now. :)
Dunno why I didnt write here earlier...loved the poem...bt I guess 'twas jst too ethereal to dissect..poignant...the description is so real that I always remember these lines when I travel down the road frm my home to yours, literally...it's the rock-fountain that brings me back to reality...to today..
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