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Oh, I like this. -- Sharon Brogan http://www.sbpoet.com On Thu, 6 Jan 2005 08:45:34 +1100, Jill Jones <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > > > > my leaves turn, my lungs need polish > skin drops to the ground, memory sticks to the wall > > there's nothing in the master narrative that beats death > posters peeling from their dates are yellow > > somewhere the old rectangle of the book > is porous and the words feather in the rewrite > > Jil Jones > 6 January 2005, Marrickville >