Trash trees, they grew in gangs at a useful field's edge. Lean, scraggly, they had the look of racket about them, trees that would mouth off, eye your sister then your mother, trees like whip handles . . . Michael Chitwood
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Sumac
Trash trees, they grew in gangs at a useful field's edge. Lean, scraggly, they had the look of racket about them, trees that would mouth off, eye your sister then your mother, trees like whip handles . . . Michael Chitwood
Monday, July 17, 2006
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Innocent when you dream
Monday, June 12, 2006
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Thursday, June 08, 2006
Dawn, and the bottle is empty
Hush a wild violet, hush a band of goldHush you're in a story I heard somebody told
Tear the promise from my heart, tear my heart today
You have found another, oh baby I must go away
So hang down your head for sorrow, hang down your head for me
Hang down your head tomorrow, hang down your head Marie -- Tom Waits
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