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Monday, October 25, 2010
Jazz Poetry
Strange feelings anew,
Old ones diminished,
Neither sad nor happy,
On a one minded streak.
Praise reducing,
Eyes squinting,
Can't catch me if you could.
Looms overhead,
Light bulbs burnt out,
White streak of sky,
Aeroplane.
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