Soul Clap its Hands and Sing
writing experiments: centos, erasures, blackout poems
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The Mill on the Floss
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The Mill on the Floss
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
River Brink - a cento
The stream is brimful in the grassy fringe
stone bridge among the withes
old as elms.
A thunder of horses stretches
up the slope
freed from the harness.
Source text:
The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot
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