a young woman swings
her hair side to side
getting mail
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we saw a cock
in the Valley of the Moon
the color of autumn vineyards
a ripe persimmon tree
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a song and dance man
wrote. all day, turning leaves
II.
blood water semen tears
drinking stout
from a glass
of naked women
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(for DG)
He leans out and looks upon the open
shiny black roads bordering the sand
on the tips of his toes
to pierce the horizon
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A convertible Galaxy that's what I want
shake rattle and roll
my own hair
in all directions
- Frank Parker
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