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Saturday, April 2, 2011
box harp
rattletrap luster of the box from penney's, sunrise peach, bent-ended with the rubber bands arrayed in longwise plinths
i am in the strumming fingers of this gimcrack lyre the music rising as air castles from this fount of pling
Happy to see gimcrack echo and the wonderful word tickle "fount of pling"
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