The wind kicked the water
with wrinkled feet, and
crusty white toenails.
A foul mood
(being kind in my assessment).
Maybe, a cold Moon
rankled its shanks
as it cuddled up for
a dark-side one night fling.
Whatever from
the gouging heels of fury
lifted water hide off bottom bones.
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Friday, January 30, 2009
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