she looked out at me
from behind the gentle flowers
her fingers long
caressing her slender profile
curious eyes pondering
only a moment
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About Me
- Dale Hunt
- He's become comfortable in that ol' civil war jacket. What would compliment that mess of hair? A sage cigarette, a bottle in his hand and a book in his pocket. A hobo at heart a drunk by night and a rambling pain. Tired and old before his time. Studying the greats Bukowski, Tom Waits William S. Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson, Kerouac and John Steinbeck. Drinking Brandy and Cockspur rum from the bottle. Hiding down South for the winter months running from the cold and consequence.
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Is the drawing yours?
yes, it is my drawing. i drew it from a painting, so it is not my creation.
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