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Not here either
Friendly fire
Carbon emotions
Life is a near-death experience
Going nowhere
Exactly
Three cities
Misplaced
Tunnel vision
Let us pray
Giddyup
Late news
Surfacing
The last poem
Façadicide
Words for lost
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Three cities
Christchurch is a patterned carpet laid on the Earth,
all its corners neatly squared off. Wellington's a
crumpled rug. Auckland? Seagrass matting.
1 comment:
Anonymous said...
You fly way too much.
Mt Ruapehu looks like a great big tit.
September 14, 2009 at 3:46 PM
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You fly way too much.
Mt Ruapehu looks like a great big tit.
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