Dandelion ear head on hills plastic lined trees spin the compass around pink stained optical talk circles still smiling. Breathe sigh like and moving out with a head on the hills and an ear made of flowers the long staring contest with night fades into morning.
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About Me
- James Parrish
- I am a political moderate, atheist, sober?drunk, hack poet, ex smoker
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