Aisle Five

A Poem by Autumn's Offspring

A child grasps for sweets—

The echo of fat flapping

between my ears and tile floor.

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Added on December 20, 2008

I like sitting on the ground; if you don't understand, don't try. more..

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Nakajima 710-AE

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