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and like dewdrops on grass blades slowly the magnificence shined like diamonds
as the sun peaked through gently caressing the fog.
tear drops no more. this is my simple song of a day raining... i splash my
muddy boots in puddles with a belly full of rice roll and a head full of
words, and songs, and poetry yet to be birthed. i could be the mother of
thousands if inspiration were to impregnate. i sink my fingernails into the
moss and let my face fall down into it. could i kiss the earth that made me
just this once? and this, my dance i call; two two oh. let my hips swing slyly
through the fields of poison ivy.. and let my octaves float throughout time
and space.
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