stones of communication
a poetical response following close observation: pebbles for rivers of stones
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Wednesday, 6 July 2011
On my way to buy a morning paper #2
A rough, tobacco-damaged, dirty chuckle
conjured up a much-loved and delinquent aunt
who took me apple-scrumping when I was eight
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