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Mar 2017
standing, on the
edge of green, the wind roars past--
a white tarp

or

standing, on the
edge of green, the wind roars past--
the white cloth, rippling
An impromptu verse.
Christian Bixler
Written by
Christian Bixler  26/M/Athens, GA
(26/M/Athens, GA)   
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