Monday, October 6, 2014

On Litmus Prime, continued


On Litmus Prime the fictile stood the pilled glebe,

attentive to the argon in their 
plastic lungs.
















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  1. -MarkOctober 7, 2014 at 8:30 PM

    It was evening and the smooth active badgers
    Were scratching and boring holes into the hillside,
    All unhappy were the parrots
    And the grave turtles squeaked out.

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