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Imagine had it landed on a porcupine

Spit on the ground
like a dead body on wheels.
Lurching from left to right,
riding its way down the sidewalk.
A trickle here, a roll downhill,  
sliding up to a Nike runner
followed by a jump

7 Mar 11

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I enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.
Might I recommend removing L11
SQUASH is a great ending. Take care!
 — Known

Nice evasive imagery and a tight rhythm.
 — Seditswing

Thank you. (:
 — faith

"lurching"  :)
 — Haxxen

oh, haha.
 — faith

digging it faith
 — Hesher