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Jun. 1st, 2007 11:20 ampd. 4, --> yon, shi [death]
dylan thomas exercise
He sits beneath the snowpiles beneath the icicles - the humming thrum of silence, the quiet murmur of men is off in West Easthampshire; the snow drips pink and blue delight and he digs fingers into the wet earthy dandelions; they open their faces to the sun in weedy glory with roots copulating under the earth, winding and twisting round each other, round and round, singing - the piper plucks a dandy lion, whistles through it, and places into it his hungry hands. The snow is like candy on his tongue and perhaps, perhaps perhaps he should head west to Easthampshire where the ladies stream water off their balconies like skimming cream, but for nowtime he will crouch here under the overhang.
dylan thomas exercise
He sits beneath the snowpiles beneath the icicles - the humming thrum of silence, the quiet murmur of men is off in West Easthampshire; the snow drips pink and blue delight and he digs fingers into the wet earthy dandelions; they open their faces to the sun in weedy glory with roots copulating under the earth, winding and twisting round each other, round and round, singing - the piper plucks a dandy lion, whistles through it, and places into it his hungry hands. The snow is like candy on his tongue and perhaps, perhaps perhaps he should head west to Easthampshire where the ladies stream water off their balconies like skimming cream, but for nowtime he will crouch here under the overhang.