While the poets read
While the poets read,
fireworks go off outside;
rhythms interweave.
fireworks go off outside;
rhythms interweave.
posted by Pete Green at
20:54
04 November 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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