Monday, May 16, 2011
Sixteen
Ripples pursue each other
On the Sun lit surface
In a wild Tag, You’re It! game.
GL, 5/16/2011. Prevail.
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BlackBerry Viewfinder on Binoculars,
First Bird,
haiku,
poetry
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A moth flies toward light, a more advantageous response than flying toward dark…
Tiz a wild game, no?
ReplyDeletePlay. Who knew.