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Sunday, December 29, 2013
Sad Hair Day (poem)
Sad Hair Day
Forest or garden?
No pedestrian to tell.
Timeless summer sky
sprays waterbed lake.
Wind weakly crushes
frantic shadow play
beneath delicious moon juice.
A rose is falling away
from my cool blue sea.
December 30, 1999
Tim Taylor
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