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Aug 2010
Westerly flows on
a northbound
express..
Trembling wasteland
in the dreams of
her dress...

Southerly tides
in East Michigan’s
winter...
cascading skies
under a buried
splinter...

Destiny’s heartland
in the middle of
nowhere...
condoms and fish gear
on a diet of
Lite Beer...
December 3, 2000
Allen Smuckler
Written by
Allen Smuckler
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