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a poem:
sparkling Miss Sol is precious as a bright
stone set alone in the sky
and she can still dazzle like the brilliant
bolting of a New World thrush--
lonely, vibrant Miss Sol,
keeps looking in the glass for an even
brighter chess partner
for since we came splashing
from the ocean we have watched
the old maid play solitaire
with a trillion card deck
laying day over night over day over
night over day over night over
day over night
over day over night over
day
over
night
1996
take care
---jones
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a punk rock romance in words, music & art
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Nice. Cheers me up a bit. Thanks.
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Cool one jones. I like the card deck reference.
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Branflakes, the ninja lesbian milk getter.
The one Necro calls "brain".
Call me what you want, just don't call me Blue Falcon. Wait! Nevermind! Just call me!
Until the time you come back to me like fate.
"See that star...the one shining brighter than all the others? I know the girl who hung it there."
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That poem really played with my mind, all the changing scenery in such a cheerful way. The way it ended was genius. Pure genius
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There's loneliness in the radios...
