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Tue, Aug. 26th, 2003, 04:36 am

the day is really tiring.

and moons are moderate.

blue and clouds just float.

far stars only tempt, and blend.

middling roads gather
offshoots, picking stems
to go with our flowers—
bending this way
and that, lines calling out
their names as shortest
distances deceive and we
follow the signs.