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From: Frank Parker <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]>
Date: Wednesday, 26 December 2001 6:43
Subject: He leans out...
> He leans out .
. .
>
>
>
> 1.
> (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
>
> •
>
> A convertible Galaxy that's what I
want
> shake rattle and roll
> my own hair
> in all directions
>
> 2.
> p o s t c a r d
>
> There are hills trees roads and
townships
> gossip is time loving the visit,
thinking
>
- all
>
> 3.
> blue lupine
> green mountain
> white water songs
>
> 4.
> we see a cock
> in the Valley of the Moon
> the color of autumn vineyards
> high in a ripe persimmon tree
>
> 5.
> the tide
> sunrise in our eyes
> hearts up to the sea
>
>
> © 2001 Frank Parker
>
> Merry Christmas, Everyone.
> Good will to All,
> Frank
>
yes, lovely. waking up to this one was warming.
cheers
will
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