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16 Apr 2011


Written by sally @ 10:03 am — Section: Uncategorized

I read a whole book of Robert Lowell poems this morning and decided I only liked these two lines. So here they are.

Flight to New York
I. Plane-Ticket

The London damp comes in, its smell so fertile
trees grow in my room.

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