Girl earns a living ,selling freedom, thing that does not drip like paint and lets girl legs roll to a flash line. Girls have to carry freedom between them and in the  handbags they swing high in air and pout lipsticked lips.

Time drips by like paint found by a boy on a fence just painted white .His feeling of ennui drips in class. The boy sees time drip in his poem test, like old poet’s words by  sea drip at dawn with each orange blush of the sea.

Old man’s sunrise drips with tales, of young girls , little boys in class, as he bides time to dry on the fence.


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