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Jul 2013
Lots of rocks did I see
Big ones
small ones
fallow ones
green ones.
Boulders perched up above rivers
high above placed
so precariously I could lean on
them with
the left
side of my ****
and send them rumbling
down into the south platte river
below
Lightbulb Martin
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Lightbulb Martin  Right on the cusp
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