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this grace gives me fear, and this grace draws me near, and all that it asks it provides

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Pennsylvanian Sunset

I'm hopping puddles
across state lines
and over words not meant for me

The sun falls down,
and these puddles clean up -

syl-
la-
ble
by
syl-
la-
ble

I am not losing anything
Posted by Nikki at 11:19 PM

1 comment:

db said...

this... i love. hoppĂ­polla.

it makes me think of freeways and driving and rain and sunshine.

hoppĂ­polla.

Saturday, March 10, 2007 11:12:00 PM

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