Fred Dutch ... where to begin .. I know where it ends ... it ends last year .. 2016 .. still, there's time enough ... let's sit down here .... near the magnolia ... soon be in blossom ... ... the petals are almost done .. I inhale them through chlorophyll ... .. August is almost here, wind-strewn leaves arrive like birthday cards, I read them through a cold rain ... ... October .. have the mountain ash berries all gone? .. .. blackbirds choosing where to nest next year .. 2017 November ... how you age father .. I cannot, but the wind erases footprints. 2018 October .... I didn't mean to go .. never said goodbye. 2019 June .... my music has reached the horizon .. I'm now free to move on .... ...
Peach Wein. Did you notice at the market, a cat, with gluhwein in one hand and a puppet in the other? certainly I did and I'm sure there were others. There was a shepherd in the corner grabbing her tension slightly worried but not to mention at this point. Would you come with me? the small cat said A Rusholme on the white ground you're pink space in Czech now you animate your castle with gloves Do you feel the warmth now? Has any pain you had gone? .......
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All the same (21/11/2017)
streets I’m too familiar with .. (24/07/2017)
I've brought you a dark light. (03/05/2017)
The Rumble Kild. (02/03/2017)
waiting for the cold .. (02/03/2017)
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