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Sunday, February 11, 2007
My Room on a Street
Outside my door
I am on my way to the station
I ring a bell on a bicycle(1)
I knock three times on a white metal barricade(2)
My hand glides a green fence(3)
Then a white one(4)
I open and close a red mail box(5)
I brush a red gridded fence(6)
1 comment:
Konrad Newman
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i posted a comment on verse 5 :-)
February 13, 2007 at 5:12 AM
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1 comment:
i posted a comment on verse 5 :-)
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