Spiral Round
posted by Jane Crowe at 11/29/2005
sink hole vortex of the south pulls me down into the kudzu choked hills wrapped in frost bit vines to sleep the winter but wait green monster rises at the command of spring's lusty maiden...do you want to go down? down down down there to the sticky drippy steamy south...frolic in the pristine polluted paradise where junk is king...
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My Sweet one has spoken! I want our voices to be the music of the ether.
And we have to write the Rollo song!
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