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Apr 2016
Wind raised eyebrows stop the tick-tock.
Countless creases will mock all talk.
Shoes to dry by spit-run aspersion.
Walking rainbows forget now to rise.
Chancing pavement before it dries.
Old closed sign comforts finish line.
A taste of dull scissors dipped in brine.
john p green
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john p green  florida
(florida)   
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