tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post8171031391423688814..comments2024-01-01T20:33:52.554-08:00Comments on a moon, worn as if it had been a shell: It's Tuesday, not MondayElizabethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03313726816776097840noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-81593803010535447602013-02-19T16:30:29.069-08:002013-02-19T16:30:29.069-08:00the full catastrophe. wow. this is a hymn, fists a...the full catastrophe. wow. this is a hymn, fists against the sky. i'm sorry about your friend's grandbaby.37paddingtonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12400464105403622384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-20478505611045965432013-02-19T14:37:01.353-08:002013-02-19T14:37:01.353-08:00Maybe Bruce could sing it. Whoever sang it, it wou...Maybe Bruce could sing it. Whoever sang it, it would make me cry.Ms. Moonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09776404747858099919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4863417462909147257.post-70663391284272526272013-02-19T11:17:12.233-08:002013-02-19T11:17:12.233-08:00a wail, a mournful waila wail, a mournful wailTaradharmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17665801586196931603noreply@blogger.com