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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

9:00 I.

Lovely in your mind, in your mouth
Coming from your alphabet
Flight! Don't tel me you're uncoloured
because you aren't! (although you might be)
Flying forward somehow, isn't it unfair
how you force me to be an albatross
birds are certainly fun though
My name is, my name is... albatross

(away from me...
Scribed Eli T. Drumm at 10/17/2007 03:34:00 AM

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