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Jan 10
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(*** says lily..)
prompts a small cloud to cover
the sun

a shadow or frown
to juxtapose (el mariposa?!)
-what do you think it makes of us?

it doesnΒ΄t seem bothered..
would we trade places
i think it would stay as it is..

iv

when young
i was cursed by
fish

ants and the breeze
(or was it only my
paranoia)

my fortune
i did nΒ΄t care
as for fame

v

a lady asked me
if i was me
(i thought i

better be..)
she said santiago has
a nice hospitable

(ryan air)..
she took me to
her hotel
an old monastery

i have the key
accidently
it rained..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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