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He kept his paper on a leash and tossed it into the thick atmosphere for the clouds to compose stories using helicopter pens and drip-droplets of ink. When they found the right words, they tossed it back with a gust of hearty adjectives and unused pronouns; but the cumulus fool destroyed the boy and his kite by sending it into his mother’s favorite twisted willow.
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 4:09 PM UTC
The Poet Boy
He kept his paper on a leash and tossed it into the thick atmosphere for the clouds to compose stories using helicopter pens and drip-droplets of ink. When they found the right words, they tossed it back with a gust of hearty adjectives and unused pronouns; but the cumulus fool destroyed the boy and his kite by sending it into his mother’s favorite twisted willow.
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 4:09 PM UTC
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