Friday, May 8, 2009

Practical Poem

the town of nature road a bullock sprite cast in revolution instant. the chase of droning esplanade inspired the rock star, portent in the hallway. all that were standing woke to chase. the tarnish of red notes on the dawn sky, flocks of flowers do you good, and the chapel spending culled from cymbals in a rage. we have a process to collect, mild notes and harsh, and the love that will restore our structure. town of nature is a ball, glows with sun, peels the orange until flight and news, birds at atmospheric reach. hello, tourist: this is Galway Kinnell, or the other book by the same name.

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