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a watering hole in mongolia
where the last przewalski's
horses were seen in the wild
5 comments:
Hmmm. My hope is that your life is so blissful at the moment, you can't muster enough anguish and angst to inspire good poetry.
But if your life is anything like mine, I'm sure the universe will see to it that you're writing great poetry again at some point.
Regards.
MKZBC: Making zeusboy cry; damn, that's gotta' be some fine poetry.
cqkqyz: Can I buy a vowell please?
would that it were so. i'm looking, but i don't see any trampolines yet.
irief: irie falling
ordjmimu: order up the jiminy crickets
Trampolines? You don't need no steenkin' trampolines!
Looking is good. Venturing out? Probably even better.
Uhm, well, whatever it is - I'm sure you're more than up for it.
tncfvx:
The night caller phones vonage?
gaayqtnp: Games about yello turnips.
[man, I must still be tired, this morning]
errr, perhaps this post is by now superfluous?
Ah well, what TK said, etc..
K
xtosayz: extra oats, I says.
superfluous? never.
extra oats? always.
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