Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Sunday, March 30, 2003

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The place is full and noisy, but one voice, an American's, cuts through. It's not the volume, or not just the volume, it's the shape of his sound, the tin plates and baling wire flung about the place.

But a wagtail is on the sill. Spring in black and white.

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