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Friday, January 6, 2012

Poem

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A poem can be a broken little thing:
An injured insect buzzing with one wing.
Posted by A.E.B. at 10:29 PM

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Maybe Peter Wimsey will come along and write the other wing (as in Gaudy Night). MomB

January 7, 2012 at 4:01 PM

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