From dry hills we watch
From dry hills we watch
the streets of the city floor
slosh like washbasins.
the streets of the city floor
slosh like washbasins.
posted by Pete Green at
19:31
26 June 2007
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- Name: Pete Green
- Location: Sheffield, United Kingdom
Poet, musician and snowflake. Sporadically sparkly. Rising slowly. Pedestrian. Grimbarian. Edgelander. King of the impossible. Big girl's blouse.
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