Monday, May 31, 2010

Draggonflies

Draggonflies
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Aeiou and sometimes draggonflies. Y and w two. TODAY. The person is the window of the mirror of the activity we do is all they can see of us. A Central theme looking for bread was intent on scoring while some was in my hand eye was carefully placeing the bread away into one of my three homeless bags when. The Policeman tried not to laugh at me too much. He was smiling big and hiding his grin from me was tough for him because his voice had the edge of cold steel in it from barking at drunks. He tried to approach me but was already wanting to leave. He said it clearly. GO ahead and gather up your bread, BUT THEN I (the policeman said this part) I want you to leave this area. I do not want you here. Mabe the parade comes this way later on this afternoon. But that does not explain the look he gave me was venom as he drove away for eye had said THANK YOU to him and he asked me to repeat it like he had never heard it from someone on his street eye said THANK YOU again. He looked like he had seen the end of the street fold up into a draggonflies.

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