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Iguodala
photo credit: Kari Musil
Like whiskey aged
Mellowed
Slowed down
Old school
Remembered for it’s bite
Some flavors are acquired taste
Between dark history
And magic fairies
Is a legacy of ghosts
Who will not be stilled
By death or passage into
Other dimensions
Weeds are designated
By those with shallo...
Sunday 29th December 2013 3:31 am
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