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Shredded Paper Poem

Sometimes shredded packing paper wasn’t shredded vertically…it’s not distraction if it becomes intent…

text reads:

minarets and mosques / still / reference
income. / who did not want to give/
assigned / your tentative war with / a value
control. It, River / that runs through
generated each day / arguments in their rest
located / on other side. And
almost four decades / revolutionary. Yet/ institutional
luncheons / happened to occur

Does one get around to or away from the holy and spiritual with so much life needing attending?

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6 Responses

  1. I. LOVE. that. CUT-UP!

  2. Thanks. :)

    With 2 bags of this shredded stuffing, it’s wild how much time I could choose to spend with those tweezers.

  3. great stuff!

    Live that sort of coincidence poem!

    AnonymousMarch 31, 2007 @ 7:37 pm
  4. great stuff!

    (That was Jim K.)

    AnonymousMarch 31, 2007 @ 7:38 pm

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