Before the white Man came to this place there was an
Old Man who lived in his home down by the edge of the
sea. Every morning he'd watch the younger, yet strong
Men launch their canoes and together paddle the
hulking dugouts away from their village. The Men
lofted their voices together and
More!
I love this Davizio! Makes me want to break out the Bronislau Kaper and play
Maururu a Vau!
lanny
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From: david divizio [EMAIL PROTECTED]
To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA
Sent: Sunday, March 19, 2006 7:26 PM
Subject: Ripples: Trans Old Man Experience -1 of 2
