Sunday, December 5, 2010

Future of IMUNURI poets

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  1. Also, not the mined kind. Other kinds of gold: the way the sun dazzles the still-not-fallen birch leaves in the neighbor's yard, which for this reason stand out blazing and wind-flickering against the grey rain sky. Gold like the way the honey crisp apple, mostly red, stripes itself banana-amber. Gold as my hair, that gold. : )