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Contents Page: October, 2010, vol 6 no 3

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Matthew Caretti


His home is much as I remember it, posh without pretension.  Today though it is a crime scene.

    stole even
    his beers

He laments his brew and his bikes, but the widescreen is irrelevant.  I suggest going without; he smiles but does not answer.
    old pine perch:
    sacred ibis arrive
    at sunset

Dutch-Indonesian cuisine and Heineken.  We share tales of the tour, hyperbole grown these past four years.  A vegetarian meal we order brings to mind a temple visit.

    beads given
    freely, happily to
    my old friend

 *South African slang for “thug.”

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