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Crumbs in a Whistle. Saturday, June 24, 2006. She could not look at herself. Inside the polka-dot prom. Dress made of Wonder Bread. Bags sewn together with rainbow. Threads. She could not. See the color of her hair she gave away. In ribboned bunches- party. Favors. She could not see the fiesta. Guffaw inside her. She could not wince. At the aqua shoes swimming below. The birthday plastic. This day. Was far from the miracle. Of her birth- a popsicle of a baby. Lit with the need to glow and go home. I writ...

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Crumbs in a Whistle. Saturday, June 24, 2006. She could not look at herself. Inside the polka-dot prom. Dress made of Wonder Bread. Bags sewn together with rainbow. Threads. She could not. See the color of her hair she gave away. In ribboned bunches- party. Favors. She could not see the fiesta. Guffaw inside her. She could not wince. At the aqua shoes swimming below. The birthday plastic. This day. Was far from the miracle. Of her birth- a popsicle of a baby. Lit with the need to glow and go home. I writ...

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Crumbs in a Whistle. Saturday, June 24, 2006. The shoe- fathoms wide-. A nighttime swimming hole. For us to tread-. Our foot walks wide. Together now- a sole. To hold on well-. To hold on well. Posted by Amy Semmes @ 10:50 PM. Crumbs in a Whistle. I write in runny yolks of Eggs Benedict, in slush, with staples on aprons, with fingers, with knuckles, with class rings- anything but pens. View my complete profile. I could not call you home, I could not break a bri.

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Crumbs in a Whistle. Thursday, June 22, 2006. I could not call you home,. I could not break a brittle treble,. I could not tune a bone to rattle,. I could not even keen air from air. Drink to us alone. I could not taste a sharp or toy. With a dented tin note,. Kick it around in bent song. I could not send. The children running or even. Startle a worm drugged. With both heads I could not. To blow and blow you home. Too many crumbs in my whistle. Posted by Amy Semmes @ 4:33 PM. Crumbs in a Whistle.

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Crumbs in a Whistle. Saturday, June 24, 2006. She could not look at herself. Inside the polka-dot prom. Dress made of Wonder Bread. Bags sewn together with rainbow. Threads. She could not. See the color of her hair she gave away. In ribboned bunches- party. Favors. She could not see the fiesta. Guffaw inside her. She could not wince. At the aqua shoes swimming below. The birthday plastic. This day. Was far from the miracle. Of her birth- a popsicle of a baby. Lit with the need to glow and go home. I writ...

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Blahgspot.com: the g-spot of empty language. Eduardo Ramos's Blahg/ Photoblog/ Poemblog. A place for undigested visual and concrete poetry and poems and poetics and digital photography. A rolled-up pantleg and a helmet with a carrot that dangles in front. Thursday, July 14, 2005. Si vas ó ribeiro, ó ribeiro do avía, si vas ó ribeiro vai por ribadavia. Que hai unha rapaza. Que dá gusto vela,. Que da xenio vela,. Posted by eduardo ramos at 6:37 AM. Links to this post. Friday, July 08, 2005. So what happens...

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