Poesy Dirtyfoot's Wanderings and Ideas
Poesy Dirtyfoot meanders through experience both sensate and esoteric.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
A stone turned
brown-gray roll
together & browner
figures slip away.
I was found there,
some of my
family say.
Just another bug.
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