the light glows upon their faces with the promise of the dream...the videopoem has just ended on the cable access...the sound of the drill hammers in the qua night...people busy with their own thoughts....despite googling several different search terms I still do not know the resuluts of last weeks elecitons in my voting districts...the radio plays the community station who took my blog...so much for a local voice....and the green girl didn't answer my email and the beer and the cigarettes are all gone but the light glows upon their faces under the green buch...
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