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Singsong Conversations, the works of G. Pollack

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

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The blue sky ate the dawn and left her weeping.
Clutching at her hair while the breeze blew warm and the grass sighed.
Whispering sorrow.
Posted by Gracie at 9:45 AM

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Mrow

January 15, 2008 at 12:46 PM

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