Nearly Empty
Our platter nearly empty, mugs devoid of drink, the morrow shall upheave this eve sooner than we blink. ...(by ELS)
T__ ____ __ ___ing by L_ ___dak.. - Find me - at your search engine, encrypted from a bar code or printed on my home page with blackberry font - in none of these places, nor melting from the record high iceberg, nor engraved between tree rings of old Methuselah, the bristlecone pine, nor buried in rat scat. Aye, droppings of white blood delete me, the title, T__ ____ __ ___ing ( The Title is Missing )
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