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Non sense fills void better than anything else and foreshadows the outcome No sense wrestling these sounds down to pale patois of pretty pushes when the page is a sieve catching eyes and what falls from them eyes emptied heart emptied shaken out like a trash can On Tuesday I read Oak leaves Under my porch light they tell me no one has left recently I tell them no one is here anymore to leave Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
Void
Non sense fills void better than anything else and foreshadows the outcome No sense wrestling these sounds down to pale patois of pretty pushes when the page is a sieve catching eyes and what falls from them eyes emptied heart emptied shaken out like a trash can On Tuesday I read Oak leaves Under my porch light they tell me no one has left recently I tell them no one is here anymore to leave Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
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