with any skin amazing
    his nights
    if my long nothing
       dark forces move
   your force
    you run
        softly carry some cool joys
   her blue cloud
 Of your hand's air
  Or any child
    One fall or a call
        Fiercly devouring any body
   or my children
   About loving their summer

                              -- 'Slinger
                                 19h02 30Oct1996


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