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On the side of a hill in the deep forest green, tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground,
blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves washes the grave with silvery tears,
a soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions, generals order their soldiers to kill
and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten

Monday, August 3, 2009

Story Bone

Misoverheard quotes:

"Waiting for the room to rise."

conversely

"Waiting for the womb to rise."

I didn't write down what the actual line was, but it most certainly wasn't either.

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