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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 6, 2007 0:39:05 GMT -5
I put my mouth to the ground and suck the juice from the grass, the sweets of the flowers. There is so much wealth, I don't need to hope.
Living in soil laced with sugar, like a great insect, I can't hope, expecting tomorrow, I just eat.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Aug 26, 2007 4:11:14 GMT -5
stumbled on this gem...graphically superlative beyond the unknown
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Post by Don Schaeffer on Sept 3, 2007 9:59:08 GMT -5
Thanks for digging these up. Where did you get them.
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