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April 20 Without me - by Leontia FlynnOnce, in the hiatus of a difficult July,
down Eskra's lorryless roads from sweet fuck all,
we were flinging - such young sophisticates - like a giant
frisbee
this plastic lid of an old rat-poison bin.
We were flinging it from you to me, me to you, you to
me;
me-you, you-me, me-you, you back again.
And you would have sworn that its flat arc was a
pendulum,
compassing Tyrone's prosy horizon.
And I would have sworn that our throw and catch had
such momentum
that its rhythm might survive, somehow, without me.
April 06 Its all in the MournesMournes overview from the Underdeveloped Ireland series on the PLANETFEAR website. Can't wait for the weather to be conducive to a bit of slopy granite scariness on the tors!!! |
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