The bowl hung low
Above the Western horizon,
Filled to the brim
With ghost memories of the Sun...
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About Me
- jody bean
- Think of me as Kipling's "The Cat Who Walked By Himself"... and you probably will have a good picture of how I walk through life. If you don't want to take the time to read the story, then I would describe myself as fairly independent, but occasionally craves the company of others. Sometimes, I can try to be clever, and every once in a blue moon, I may actually succeed.
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