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oil palms
sway
in the warm disarray of july monsoons
feet with worms festooned
garlands of meat
decay

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oil palms
okt 30 2001
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in peninsular malaysia

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lustrum Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2001   Writer
Rancid as truth itself; 'tis life.;) (Wink)

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keen Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2001   Writer
now this i love- the juxtaposition of beauty and spoiled meat in less than 5 lines.

step into the slipstream: https://www.deviantart.com/deviation.php? id=85972
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meglocrush Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2001
i can see it.

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miss-conception Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2001
drunken ray
braved the flooded
bay - a november ballet.

with seasons hastened
and jocular, pray
we shall greet
in the peninsula
palms oiled
hair soiled
in salted
heat.

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it won't be long..~

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faithwalker Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2001  Student Photographer
Nice!

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aaronstj Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2001
Good poem. Really, though, i'm commenting on the icon, which is great.

Stupid like a fox!
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--888green888-- Featured By Owner Nov 1, 2001
Such a good sized picture painted with such short phrase. I'm more than amused. ::thinks:: in me head sounded as if I said I'm more than a moose. Perhaps I'm too observant, or just simply mentally "challenged". Who, knows?


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