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[bodytext] => See the man with a smiling frown who occupies space on the edge of town. Clear in thought and high on dirt, he pokes a dead something and clears his throat. Blossoms drift to the waters edge where he takes his bath. There, fat children point and stare at the blackened body that carelessly becomes the murky liquid. Employed by no one but his mind and edging on sanity, this bush man eats what he can find or cleverly poach from a persons private pouch. A dance in the rain or a hop on the road is his entertainment. Subtle and still, soft and silly, he croaks and crawls on the mulched earth until he is more earthen than man. He is as evolved as the flowers he picks nightly and gives to the mother bird he steals eggs from. He once lost a toe to harsh cold and cooked it on his depressed fire. It tasted like lilac and marrow, he whispered to the bark of the hound who mistakenly picked up his scent. He occupies space and knows why. He was. He is. He always will be. And she loves him. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 143 [topic] => 73 [informant] => NatKingCole [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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