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blood libel everything blood it baked me it stunned me it had edges ~tl gut yontef, ale dichterer (happy holiday, all you daughters -- I mean, poets)... On Monday, April 02, 2007, at 04:50PM, "steve d. dalachinsky" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: >sat the ledge where this not hinge butted >mu sick (wed dots > > >now weather sits all coca >fry snore ans in fine lite >ly). > > >sIn border took real bits elf took puss >then muscle sic mussel thick stalk >within its shelf a lone. > > >bIts shove sand across hover >then content offers the stable lover > > >these almonds of red, or shards of sparse burrows of cell fear >swine alley bland cash capades of money. > > >grAnd riff then immeasurable fists willed lithe joey, well known >theories his not hinged grater hand his > > >--Is real Elixir > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > >? 2006, Israel Eliraz >From: Aruxat ?erev ?im Spinoza va-xaverim >Publisher: Even Hoshen, 2006 > > > > > > > > > >@ >http://israel.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms/cms_module/index.php >?obj_id=6848&x=1 > > > > > > > > >Hal > > >Halvard Johnson >================ >[EMAIL PROTECTED] >[EMAIL PROTECTED] >http://home.earthlink.net/~halvard >http://entropyandme.blogspot.com >http://imageswithoutwords.blogspot.com >http://www.hamiltonstone.org >
