silently charge their batteries.................... ......................And then suddenly
in perpetual motion..........the river is roaring clear and green through the canyon.
dirigibles flying in all directions........
re: Seeking Continous Feed Paper ..................In early summer
that moment when........on a rocky ledge overlooking a swimming hole,
the sound of water................area residents are drinking beer from silver cans,
a glass of beer............ ........
where the current was slow......waist deep in the water,
while the water rose........shouting to each other.
beside black and tan sand .................
The daily in and out flow......
the smell of green grass.....
warm stones by the river.................. a red front door................ under the eves of the porch........................ in song and story....... and then I'd wish for................... inside, the text was black....................... we call our own...................... mustard colored cotten............... a glass of champagne.............................. along the stream for several

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