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Jan 2014
Shiny street, blue cobblestone over damp ground,
I see only your feet.
And your legs growing upwards from those two roots,
Disappearing under a (woolen?) bright magenta canopy.
I raise my umbrella to see the rest, but yours covers you.
Until the clouds cease their relentless mourning,
This much will have to do.
Kopter Zero
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Kopter Zero  United States
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