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Monday, November 7, 2011
"Only one guy and
only one fly trying to
make the guest room do" -Issa
Two hands clap and
two wings flap, sounding out
for a lout
Three minutes pass and
three grams mass landing on
a finger, tension gone
Four centimeter nest and
four seconds rest before flight
once again that night
-Eliot Kurfman
only one fly trying to
make the guest room do" -Issa
Two hands clap and
two wings flap, sounding out
for a lout
Three minutes pass and
three grams mass landing on
a finger, tension gone
Four centimeter nest and
four seconds rest before flight
once again that night
-Eliot Kurfman
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