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lady craighead played the blues on a stand-up samick in the ***** room along side the parsons project and squabbling dogs and night moves stairs creek up the mezzanine trek wool sheets slide on finished floors little angels play late into the seventh (a closing match nearing the midnight hour) croaking toads and cicada sing in the blue moon musty smells and mothballs settle deep in the vault the kettle boils and cat coils as the pump house rolls its heavy drawl the red phone rings and bird clock sings (behind the ruddy stall) a sleeman variation of the ruy lopez employed heartily by the incomparable master jack marble toast burning wringer wash churning chris craft running near the old carp canoe rooster calls and west wind squalls rustle through the porch screen door chicken *** pies and rogue flies linger a rocker chair placed near the  sepia face (softened by the intricate frame) donkey in tow (with a fastened *** maggie in her dreams of green tambourines the nocturnes reflections and whispering gospel bells tractors pull on the grinder stone horses lay still in the mid-day sun a trump card is fingered at the furnace click (crosswords and puzzles are next!) while the sparrow *and that **** rabid fox* are drowning deep in castles well
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
Mulholland Lane
lady craighead played the blues on a stand-up samick in the ***** room along side the parsons project and squabbling dogs and night moves stairs creek up the mezzanine trek wool sheets slide on finished floors little angels play late into the seventh (a closing match nearing the midnight hour) croaking toads and cicada sing in the blue moon musty smells and mothballs settle deep in the vault the kettle boils and cat coils as the pump house rolls its heavy drawl the red phone rings and bird clock sings (behind the ruddy stall) a sleeman variation of the ruy lopez employed heartily by the incomparable master jack marble toast burning wringer wash churning chris craft running near the old carp canoe rooster calls and west wind squalls rustle through the porch screen door chicken *** pies and rogue flies linger a rocker chair placed near the  sepia face (softened by the intricate frame) donkey in tow (with a fastened *** maggie in her dreams of green tambourines the nocturnes reflections and whispering gospel bells tractors pull on the grinder stone horses lay still in the mid-day sun a trump card is fingered at the furnace click (crosswords and puzzles are next!) while the sparrow *and that **** rabid fox* are drowning deep in castles well
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
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