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a little less slowing, plz.
The old man was the first to go I followed unwillingly he drifting against the slope slowing and me with more momentum continuing on impassively as if in slow motion
i wouldn't start dreaming:
as in the films or in a dream-world
my engine purring looking for work. Slowly gaining on him, his gaping mouth moving and working on
some folks advocate a reduced use of gerunds---the ing ending words.
my engine purred as i looked for work. i gained on him, his mouth gaped...
heartfelt but thankfully silent expletives and he such a well dressed gentleman In his long black camel hair coat
Winschoten - white with snow A sudden cold snap that caught up on us. The old man and his bicycle continued To drift towards the bank then hit and Bounced back into my path. Onlookers froze - unmasked horror dawning on their faces, children stilled staring with fascination at the unfolding drama I had almost caught up on him in the Volkswagen, alternatively gunning the engine and spinning the useless steering wheel.
And at last some purchase --- cut
We drifting North-East and he continuing Westwards his mouth working In a disconcerting way emptying coloured invectives into the frosty air
we drifted north-east and he continued
As I passed serenely the wheels still locked and pointing east I saw in my rear mirror the old gentleman mount his bicycle and although, roughed up a little - one side coated with ice, ride imperiously and sanguinely off.[/color]
me, i cut imperiously.
very interesting poem.
mojave
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