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08/10/09 - (3)
Long Gone
What a cool, cricket-sibilant Monday-evening breeze Wafts across this patio. It carefrees me, mystically, Beckons me to caress its sensualities.
And who am I — a man without any prior ties, tonight — To refuse such a generous invitation? Soon, the cool, cricket-sibilant breeze and I will be long gone.
08/10/09 - (3)
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