02.02.2007
Kari Poems
So late we drive in near noon in horsehair in letters like Mark by Mark and by horn handles we get in MiningMorning A trusses pattern A christian door So we do in green pleats of time come yellow and deep folds of time opening between the purse of times ‘you bet’ an exacta one [...]
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11.02.2006
Kari Poems
blish a private school, for which son set out for London and be ruggle as a writer. In many famili The interview is setting sea between, kind of a round-off, back- hand these utensils to you, the marks on stones, egg collections Ridge I have against you, blew books of two and then braiding in [...]
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