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A storm front moved maculately West to east like weather Delaying flights of fellow improvisatori Sepia tones overlaid on eyes like heather Dull gray weather, hardy like the heath Ahead of horrid humidity Far away, is there sunshine on Leith? Only Scottish proclaimers know with certainty Fake trees and grass Sit before window glass And internal highways beckon But first I’ll wait as this flight is late By some 3600 seconds. -071410-
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
A Terminal, Wednesday July 14th 2010
A storm front moved maculately West to east like weather Delaying flights of fellow improvisatori Sepia tones overlaid on eyes like heather Dull gray weather, hardy like the heath Ahead of horrid humidity Far away, is there sunshine on Leith? Only Scottish proclaimers know with certainty Fake trees and grass Sit before window glass And internal highways beckon But first I’ll wait as this flight is late By some 3600 seconds. -071410-
originally published on wordpress at https://mattspoemaday.wordpress.com/2010/07/14/a-terminal-wednesday-july-14th-2010/
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