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chutes of straw lean in the wind, the way they tap gently on my knee, or on the table. they extend, slender, and pop when they bend back to a point at the goodyear blimp
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Jun 17, 2011
Jun 17, 2011 at 1:04 AM UTC
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chutes of straw lean in the wind, the way they tap gently on my knee, or on the table. they extend, slender, and pop when they bend back to a point at the goodyear blimp
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Jun 17, 2011
Jun 17, 2011 at 1:04 AM UTC
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