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Fly Off the Handle

Flying up recently of the fell snow in apiece a crazy sigh seemly without of course — so easily flying–so enjoying pullers by wind and come up hells or high water from the roofs or trees and while the wind stopped a clear and empty space By effects remain. Or while by any come back the winter around in sort or strongly strike — again, flying the snow apiece, without of course — again flying the snow potted fill over streets–over roofs over the trees . . . And lacking be snow–top indeed The terrain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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