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Jan 2017
skid the surface,  another beetle, lives in water,         floats the tides.

dimple miniscus and glide.        she leans the bridge, watches    you.

shine under sun,         play your tune.

he told me there are more beetles in the world than                anything.

how nice if this were true.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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   ---, martin, Steve, bones and Weeping willow
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