p'dilly palare

All hail front-row friends, Sunday-everyday, bruised knees, Wendy's fries and drunken Sam Fog...Oye, Esteban!

From A Napkin:

There was a darling, waking-true

whose limbs were made of sugarglue.

"I'm all I ever knew of you,"

he said with bend of knee-to-shoe.

So I remember days gone past,

our ship had sails up half-the-mast.

And dreams were made of fever words,

not whispers, grey, and quiet birds.

fell on 2004-04-27 at 11:32 p.m.

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