Humble jungle Saturday, February 8, 2003 When words get cryptic and mood gets tense, you know something strange is happening over the fence. A bulging eye peeks through the hole, a shaking hand reaches under for a piece of coal to keep warm through the winter night through what will be a solitary delight. I looked over the fence into a puddle. I saw the moon in that puddle |
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