Logs

Every place has a place

Wonder into logs, a grandma, mother and daughter.

A beige truck and tractor helps the inhabitors that won t let go.

A piece of something on the edge of a curving 11.

A place where people tolerate each other s settled tongues.

A place to be onomous without answering questions and letting go.

At last I can maybe forget

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~ by caitlinmcc27 on September 1, 2009.

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