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November 2008 
I have nothing to say
Posted on Nov 12th, 2007
by 
Islandman
Islandman
I have nothing to say.
Nothing.
My words are pictures that I speak with my eyes.
Long ponderous sentences pour out of them,
Wetting the streets and the green palm leaves with drizzle:
Lines and lines of rain and poems.
So why should I speak at this moment, just when you are reaching for your umbrella?
Nothing.
My words are pictures that I speak with my eyes.
Long ponderous sentences pour out of them,
Wetting the streets and the green palm leaves with drizzle:
Lines and lines of rain and poems.
So why should I speak at this moment, just when you are reaching for your umbrella?
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