Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Weekly Poem

The annual blessing of the AC unit, summer conditions shirtless backyard reading.

The dime game is now the 50 cent game- not old fashioned!

Sitting in back riding backwards landmarks don't make the same sense.

Hazy mist runs over my eyes as I lay on the beach- the moist sand dries.

Freddy get ready rock steady w/

a more interesting walk as the goal.

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