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How To Eat the Sun

Memo to self: eat the sun Money don't run down ski slopes Human breathe might be cosmic There's no telling what we'll do Telegram to flag: Patriotism is native like tobacco leaves Stars will always shine Streaming through marching ballads Dreaming time to waking eyes: The sound is not the form It's just pleasure on the tongue Make your kitchen a devil palace

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 7/5/2012 7:30:00 AM
wow. love your write. so true. shows such depth as much of your work does. God bless you and your family,Cindy
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Justin Debrosse
Date: 7/5/2012 7:37:00 AM
Thanks for your comment and sustained interest!

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