orgami's Diaryland Diary

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land lairs

hide behind the conditioned air

fans to peruse

and I

lost in thoughts in the heat
on my bike
the hair flow
the air go
the traffic gleam

hunger gnawing
this ache never
slows
summer fall winter

riding upon my shoulder
the voice of a concience

all I need is a top hat
and a cane!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1:38 p.m. - 2012-06-28

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