We do not know what to do anymore--- the high, evening voices of the crickets 5 silver again to grass. Grass and time. A small, humped frog is croaking above the circle of his 10 swimming. Everything-- everything is left undone, The small, red, perfectly predicted 15 perfectly in place, red line of thought still ties the 12 fat apples to a bending limb. 3 dogs at a hollow distance 20 bay to shake the leaves.
From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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