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Swimming Legs

fickle day leaf-chaser squalls end-of-summer molt ‘white bellies’ the dry gale has begun pick and claw limited feeding & foraging beam winds, warps and tides the dry gale has begun swimming legs swimming legs where is bottom?

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michael-greene

American

Published: Dec 11, 2012
LinesWords: 1537

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